“Do you think he will come to the city again?” asked Joshua.
“Yes, I think he will.”
“He might get hold of me,” said Joshua, panic-stricken. “I wouldn’t go back to Stapleton for anything. Oh, Sam, where shall I go?”
“I’ll tell you what, Joshua,” said Sam, after a pause, “I think you’d better leave the city.”
“Where shall I go?”
“Go out West. Your father won’t think of looking for you there. Of course, I don’t want to part with you, but it wouldn’t be safe for you to stay here. He might get mad--the old man, I mean--and set the police on your track. You know, he could, on account of the money you took.”
This was a very uncomfortable suggestion, and Joshua began to find his dream of happiness in a city unsubstantial.
“When had I better go?” he asked.
“Soon. Of course, you’ll need to turn your government bond into money before you go.”
“I’ll go and sell the bond to-morrow,” said Joshua.