"So it does to me. Perhaps I've seen him about the streets somewhere."
"I have it," said Fosdick, suddenly; "don't you remember the boy we saw sleeping in the cabin of the Fulton Ferry-boat?"
"Yes."
"I think he is the one. Mark," he continued, turning to the match boy, "didn't you sleep one night on a Brooklyn ferry-boat about three months ago?"
"Yes," said Mark.
"And did you find anything in your vest-pocket in the morning?"
"Yes," said the match boy with interest. "I found a dollar, and didn't know where it came from. Was it you that put it in?"
"He had a hand in it," said Fosdick, pointing with a smile to his room-mate.
"I was very glad to get it," said Mark. "I only had eight cents besides, and that gave me enough to buy some matches. That was at the time I ran away."
"Who did you run away from?"