It was about this time that Jed met an old acquaintance—one whom he had no reason to remember with kindly feelings. He had occasion to go across Cortlandt Street ferry, when on board the boat he saw in front of him a figure that seemed familiar. He walked forward till he could see the face of the young man to whom it belonged. Then it flashed upon him that it was Maurice Graham, the young man who had invited him to his room on Twenty-Seventh Street and robbed him of his small stock of money.
Now that the tide had turned, Jed did not feel so incensed against the fellow as at first. Still he determined to let him understand that he knew exactly how he had been swindled.
He touched Graham on the shoulder, and the young man wheeled round with an apprehensive look, which he did not lose when he saw and recognized Jed.
"Did you touch me?" he asked, with an evident intention of ignoring Jed's acquaintance.
"Yes, Mr. Graham. We parted rather suddenly, you remember," said Jed significantly.
"Oh, I see. You are——"
"Jed Gilman."
"I was wondering what became of you. I was called up town to the house of a sick friend that evening, and when I went back the next day Mrs. Gately told me you had gone away."
"Indeed! Did she tell you that I was robbed of thirty-five dollars during the night, and that I awoke penniless?"