“Won’t you let him go? I’ve got my bank-book back, and I don’t want anything done to him.”
“Sorry I can’t oblige you,” said the officer; “but I’m not allowed to do it. He’ll have to stand his trial.”
“I’m sorry for you, Travis,” said Dick. “I didn’t want you arrested. I only wanted my bank-book back.”
“Curse you!” said Travis, scowling vindictively. “Wait till I get free. See if I don’t fix you.”
“You needn’t pity him too much,” said the officer. “I know him now. He’s been to the Island before.”
“It’s a lie,” said Travis, violently.
“Don’t be too noisy, my friend,” said the officer. “If you’ve got no more business here, we’ll be going.”
He withdrew with the prisoner in charge, and Dick, having drawn his two dollars, left the bank. Notwithstanding the violent words the prisoner had used towards himself, and his attempted robbery, he could not help feeling sorry that he had been instrumental in causing his arrest.
“I’ll keep my book a little safer hereafter,” thought Dick. “Now I must go and see Tom Wilkins.”
Before dismissing the subject of Travis and his theft, it may be remarked that he was duly tried, and, his guilt being clear, was sent to Blackwell’s Island for nine months. At the end of that time, on his release, he got a chance to work his passage on a ship to San Francisco, where he probably arrived in due time. At any rate, nothing more has been heard of him, and probably his threat of vengence against Dick will never be carried into effect.