Hold your jaw, you driveling old idiot!” said Rudolph, “or I’ll give you something to yell about.”
“Help, Tony, help!” continued the old man.
The tramp’s eyes, following the direction of Ben’s, discovered our hero on his rude bed in the corner.
Ho, ho!” he laughed, with a mirth that boded ill to Tony, “so I’ve found you at last, have I? You served me a nice trick the other day, didn’t you?”
“I hoped I should never set eyes on you again.”
“I’ve no doubt you did. You undertook to run away from me, did you? I knew I should come across you sooner or later.”
While this conversation was going on Ben glanced from one to the other in surprise, his attention momentarily drawn away from his own troubles.
Do you know this boy, Rudolph?” he inquired.
I should think I did,” answered the tramp grimly.
Who is he?” asked Ben, evidently excited.