CHAPTER XV. AN OBLIGING GUIDE.
On Washington Street, not far from Old South Church, is an office for the sale of railroad tickets to western points. It was this office which Eben entered.
“He is going to inquire the price of a ticket to some western city,” thought Herbert. “I heard him say one day that he wanted to go West.”
Our hero's curiosity was naturally aroused, and he stood at the entrance, where he could not only see but hear what passed within.
“What do you charge for a ticket to Chicago?” he heard Eben ask.
“Twenty-two dollars,” was the answer of the young man behind the counter.
“You may give me one,” said Eben.
As he spoke he drew from his vest pocket a roll of bills, and began to count off the requisite sum.
Herbert was surprised. He had supposed that Eben was merely making inquiries about the price of tickets. He had not imagined that he was really going.
“Can Mr. Graham have given him money to go?” he asked himself.