"How about your supper, Dick?" asked Fosdick, with sudden thought. "Do they give you any in this establishment?"
"No," said Dick; "this hotel's on the European system, with improvements. You get your lodgin' for nothing, and nothing to eat along with it. I don't like the system much. I don't think I could stand it more'n a week without its hurtin' my constitution."
"I'll go out and get you something, Dick," said Fosdick, "if the rules of the establishment allow it. Shall I?"
"Well," said Dick, "I think I might eat a little, though the place isn't very stimulatin' to the appetite."
"What shall I bring you?"
"I aint particular," said Dick.
Just then the attendant came along, and Fosdick inquired if he would be allowed to bring his friend something to eat.
"Certainly," was the reply. "We provide nothing ourselves, as the prisoners only stay with us a few hours."
"I'll be right back," said Fosdick.
Not far from the station-house, Fosdick found a baker's shop, where he bought some bread and cakes, with which he started to return. As he was nearing the station-house, he caught sight of Micky Maguire hovering about the door. Micky smiled significantly as he saw Fosdick and his burden.