"I'll show you, mister," said the boy. "Come along." His young guide, instead of taking him to the bank, took him to the side door of the court-house, and said:
"Go in there."
It was a massive stone building, and Andy, not suspecting that he was being fooled, went in. Wandering at random, he found his way into a room, where a trial was going on. That opened his eyes.
"He cheated me," thought Andy. "Maybe I'll get even with him."
He retraced his steps, and again found himself in the street. His fraudulent young guide, with a grin on a face not over clean, was awaiting his appearance.
CHAPTER XXV — THE MERCHANT FROM PORTLAND
"Look here, young chap," said Andy, "what made you tell me that was the Merchants' Bank?"
"Isn't it?" asked the bootblack, with a grin.