"There's a train this afternoon; take that, for the sooner matters are arranged the better. Here's five dollars. It'll be more than enough to pay your fare, but you'd better have it in case anything happens."
Jasper felt some repugnance in taking money acquired in such a way, but it seemed necessary, and he thrust the note into his vest-pocket.
"You'll be able to carry the boy back to-night," said Dick. "To-morrow at twelve bring the money to this address."
He handed him a greasy-looking card with the name "Mark Mortimer, No. 132 S—— Street," scrawled on it in pencil.
"Am I to ask for Mark Mortimer?" asked Jasper.
"Yes, that's me—that is, it's one of my names. Don't fail."
"I won't."
"If you should play me false, you'd better never have been born," said the kidnapper, menacingly.
"I'll come, not on account of your threats, but because I have promised," said Jasper, quietly.
"You're a plucky boy. You ain't one of the milk-and-water sort," said Dick, with respect for the boy's courage.