CHAPTER XXVI.
TIP AND HIS TRICKS.
A little reflection led Gerald to feel more comfortable. Without knowing exactly why he had been imprisoned, he concluded that it might be for purposes of plunder. Now he was not in the habit of carrying much money about with him, and his purse contained but fifteen dollars. Having no bills to pay, he allowed his salary to accumulate in the hands of his employer, and this accounted for his being so poorly provided.
“They are welcome to the fifteen dollars if they will let me out of this cage,” he soliloquized. “Of course it’s an imposition, but it won’t ruin me. I wish that young rascal would come back.”
But the young rascal was at that very moment talking in the street below with a man whose face looks familiar. In fact, it was Mr. Samuel Standish.
“I’ve got him, Uncle Sam,” said the boy, when his respected relation turned the corner.
“You have really?” exclaimed Standish, his face lighting up with satisfaction.
“Wish ter die if I ain’t. Now give me that dollar.”