“All right, I will,” said Fritz; “that is, if the fare is not too high.”
“Guess two-fifty won’t break you, hey?” responded the deck hand, meaning two-and-a-half dollars.
“No,” said Fritz; “I think I can manage that. What time do you start?”
“Five o’clock sharp.”
“That will just give me time to fetch my valise,” said Fritz, thinking aloud.
“Where away is that?” asked the man.
“Chatham Street,” answered Fritz, “just below the town hall.”
“Oh, I know, mister, well enough whar Chatham Street is! Yes, you’ll have plenty of time if you look smart.”
“Thank you, I will,” said Fritz; and, going back to the boarding-house where he had been stopping, he soon returned to the quay with the little valise that carried all his impedimenta—reaching the steamer just in the nick of time as she was casting off.
As he jumped on to her deck, the gangway was withdrawn.