"I think I must be going," said Mr. Murdock, consulting his watch, "or my wife and children won't know what has become of me."
"Good-night, Mr. Murdock," said Dick. "Thank you for your kindness."
"Good-night, Richard. Keep up your courage."
"I'll try to."
Fosdick stopped longer. At last he went away, and our hero, left to himself, lay down upon his pallet and tried to get to sleep.
CHAPTER XVI.
ROSWELL CRAWFORD RETIRES FROM BUSINESS.
"Can you send this home for me?" asked a lady in Hall & Turner's store about three o'clock in the afternoon of the day on which Dick, as we have related, was arrested.
"Certainly, madam. Where shall it be sent?" asked the clerk.