"All right, sir."
Dan deposited one roll of bills in the left inside pocket of his coat, and the balance in the right pocket, and then buttoned up the coat.
"I'm a boy of fortune for a short time," he said to himself. "I hope the time will come when I shall have as much money of my own."
Dan observed that the detective followed him at a little distance, and it gave him a feeling of security. Some one might have seen the large sum of money paid him, and instances had been known where boys in such circumstances had suddenly been set upon in the open street at midday and robbed. He felt that he had a friend near at hand who would interfere in such a case.
"What time is it, boy?" asked an ill-looking man, suddenly accosting him.
"Half-past one."
"Look at your watch."
"I don't carry one," said Dan, eying the questioner suspiciously.
"Nor I. I have been very unfortunate. Can't you give me a quarter to buy me some dinner?"
"Ask some one else; I'm in a hurry," said Dan, coldly.