The blind man ate some of the bread himself, and then requested Frank to help him on with his coat and vest.
"I haven't taken any money to-day," he said "I must try to collect some, or I shall starve. It's a sad thing to be blind," he continued, his voice changing to a whine.
"You don't look blind," said Frank, thoughtfully. "Your eyes are open."
"What if they are?" said Mills, testily. "I cannot see. When I go out I close them, because the light hurts them."
Led by Frank, the blind man descended the stairs, and emerged into the street.
CHAPTER IV.
"PITY THE BLIND."
"Where shall I lead you?" asked Frank.
"To Broadway first. Do you know Broadway?"