The voice of one of the boys sounded familiar, and stepping to a dark doorway, from whence the voices proceeded, Nat was amazed to find Fred Guff, and a New York newsboy who was a stranger.
"Fred!"
"Why, if it ain't Nat!" cried the farm boy. "Where did you spring from?"
"I think I had better ask you that question."
"I want me money!" came from the newsboy.
"Help me, Nat. He wants to get my money from me. It's the last fifteen cents I've got!" pleaded Fred.
"What do you want of the money?" demanded Nat, of the newsboy.
"Oh, it ain't none o' your business."
"I tried to help him sell papers," said Fred. "But I couldn't sell those he gave me, and now he wants me to pay for them, anyway."
"Did you agree to pay for them?"