“I may as well lie down, as there is nothing else to do,” thought Dodger. “There isn’t much fun sitting in the dark. If I can sleep, so much the better.”
Five minutes had scarcely passed after his head struck the pillow, when our hero was fast asleep.
At eleven o’clock a hack stopped in front of the house, and Curtis Waring descended from it.
“Stay here,” he said to the driver. “There will be another passenger. If you are detained I will make it right when I come to pay you.”
“All right, sir,” said the hackman. “I don’t care how long it is if I am paid for my time.”
Curtis opened the door with a pass-key, and found Julius dozing in a chair in the hall.
“Wake up, you sleepy-head,” he said. “Has anything happened since I left here?”
“Yes, sir; the boy tried to get away.”
“Did he? I don’t see how he could do that. You kept the door bolted, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir; but he throwed a piece of paper out’n de window, sayin’ he was kep’ a prisoner here. A young man picked it up, and came to de house to ax about it.”