“You will repent this unkind treatment,” said Fairfax sullenly, but he proceeded to dress nevertheless, and in a few minutes he left the stateroom.
Robert locked the door after him and then, returning to bed, he said with a sigh of relief:
“Now I can sleep without fear. I am sure that fellow is a rascal, and I am glad to be rid of him.”
CHAPTER XXV
A BAGGAGE SMASHER’S REVENGE
When Robert awoke in the morning it was eight o’clock and the steamer lay quietly at its pier. Almost all the passengers had landed and he was nearly alone on the great steamer.
Of course Mortimer Fairfax had gone with the rest; in fact, Fairfax was one of the first to land. He had passed the remainder of the night in the saloon, anxious, as long as he remained on board, lest Robert should denounce him for his attempted theft.
Robert was a stranger in New York. He was instantly impressed by what he could see of the great city from the deck of the steamer. He took his valise In his hand and walked across the gangplank upon the pier. At the entrance he was accosted by a hackman.
“Carriage, sir?”