“Very well.”
“I will take the rest in a bundle,” went on Ben. “I am only passing through Boston, and have no place to send it to.”
“It will be rather awkward to carry the bundle around,” said Adelbert.
“We will keep it here for you subject to your order,” interposed the salesman. “When will you call for it?”
“About half-past four,” suggested Adelbert. “My cousin is going to New York by the Fall River boat.”
“Very good.”
In ten minutes Ben left the store looking very much better than when he entered it, so far as clothing was concerned. He had hardly reached the street when a brisk-looking young man stepped up to him.
“I beg your pardon,” he said, “but are you the boy who tackled the mad dog on the Common twenty minutes since?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Ben, rather surprised.
“I thought so. I am a reporter of the Boston Globe. Please step around to the office with me, and help me fix up an account of it for our paper.”