“I’ll go and see young Crawford,” he at once decided. “He may put me on the track of Joshua.”
Taking the Eighth avenue cars at the Astor House, half an hour brought him to the shoe store so fortunate as to have secured the services of Mr. Crawford. Sam himself was standing in front of the door, ticketing some shoes, when Mr. Drummond got off the car, and touched him on the arm.
Sam started, and flushed a little, when he saw who it was that had touched him.
“Mr. Drummond!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t expect to see you!”
“Have you seen anything of Joshua, Sam?” asked Mr. Drummond, hastily.
Sam made up his mind not to betray Joshua--not from any high-minded feeling of friendship, but because he wanted to help Joshua spend the money he had with him. Accordingly, he threw as much surprise as possible into his tone, as he answered: “Joshua! Is he in the city?”
“Then you haven’t seen him?” said Mr. Drummond, disappointed.
“When did he come up?” asked Sam. “I wonder he didn’t come to see me.”
“He’s a young villain!” exclaimed Mr. Drummond, in excitement.
“What has he done?” asked Sam, curious to hear the story, of which he could readily guess the nature.