"Do you act with the Gold King Company?"
"Yes, when I am well."
"Did you act last evening?"
"No; there was another boy that took my place."
"That's the one I want. He ran away from me."
"Are you his father?"
"No, I'm his guardian."
"I don't like your looks," said Ralph, who was a very free-spoken young man. "I don't blame him for running away from you."
Fogson scowled.
"I believe you're as bad as he," he growled. "There's one thing sure—I'm going to get the boy back. Where is he?"