“And to-morrow night I shall be on my way out West,” thought Joshua.
“Good-night to you both.”
“Good-night.”
“You had a narrow escape, Joshua,” said Sam. “It’s lucky he didn’t know about your leaving home without leave. I didn’t recognize him when you first pointed him out to me. Now I suppose I shall get into a scrape with your father for not telegraphing to him that I had met you. It’s pretty clear that the sooner you leave New York, the better.”
The next evening Mr. Draper dropped into Jacob Drummond’s store.
“Well, Mr. Drummond,” said he, “I met your son in the city.”
“You met Joshua?” exclaimed Mr. Drummond, eagerly, pausing in cutting off a dress pattern. “Where?”
“At Wallack’s Theatre.”
“At the theatre! The young villain! Was he alone?”
“He was with Sam Crawford. What is the matter?”