Then, for the first time, Jim looked down, and saw what the boy had done. He uttered an exclamation of disgust and looked round hastily to see where the offender had betaken himself. His glance fell upon Hector, who was quietly looking on, and not without a sense of enjoyment.
It often happens that we greet cordially those for whom we have even a feeling of aversion when we meet them unexpectedly away from our usual haunts. Jim, who was beginning to regret that circumstances had forced him to leave the serene sanctuary of Smith Institute, since now he would be under the necessity of making his own living, was glad to see our hero.
“Is it you, Roscoe?” he said, eagerly.
“Yes,” answered Hector, coolly.
“What are you doing?”
“Walking about the city, just at present.”
“Suppose we go together.”
Hector hardly knew how to refuse, and the two boys kept down Broadway in company.
“You’re surprised to see me, ain’t you?” asked Jim.
“Rather so.”