“I owe my life to you,” said the young man, warmly. “How did you happen to come up just in the nick of time?”
“I suspected the man meant you no good. I followed you from the billiard saloon where I saw you playing.”
“You were sharper than I. I never suspected harm. You have done me the greatest possible service.”
“Curse the young brat!” muttered the man in custody. “I’d like a good chance to wring your neck!”
“I’ve no doubt of it,” said Tony. “I’ll keep out of your way.”
The station house was not far off. The party entered. The charge was formally made, and Tony and the young man went out.
Won’t your father and mother feel anxious about your being out so late?” asked George Spencer, for this was the young man’s name.
I don’t think they will,” answered Tony. “I haven’t got any, for that matter.”
“Who do you live with, then?”
“I take care of myself.”