"I am going that way. I will show you if you desire it."
"Thank you. I shall consider it a favor."
So the two retraced their steps, and this time our Illinois friend found the office of which he was in quest. He came near finding Sam also, for as he stood in front of French's Hotel, he saw his recent acquaintance approaching, and quickly dodged inside the hotel till he had passed. A boot-black to whom he had been speaking followed him in surprise.
"I say, what's up, Johnny?" he asked. "Yer didn't see a copp, did yer?"
"No, it's that man that just went by."
"Who's he?"
"He's the man I ran away from," said Sam, not caring to tell the truth.
"What would he do if he should catch you?" asked the boot-black, with curiosity.
"Lick me," said Sam, laconically.
"Then you did right. Is he going to stay here long?"