"Daniel," said Grit, a thought striking him. "Do you ever go out—about the city, I mean?"
"Oh, yes; I go to the post-office and other places."
"Will you carry a message for me to the Parker House?"
"I darsn't," said Daniel, trembling.
"No one will know it," pleaded Grit. "Besides, I'll give you—five dollars," he added, after a pause.
"Have you got so much?" asked Daniel eagerly.
"Yes."
"Show it to me."
Grit did so.
"Yes, I'll do it," said the youth, after a pause; "but I must be careful so he won't know."