“You won’t have to,” said Marion. “You can easily hide in this big city. You must change your name and go to some lodging house for the present, then you must look for another job while you have the ten dollars, and Dollie and I will find some way to come and see you.”
“I know a place where I can go,” said Bert. “It’s way over to the East Side, and I can get room and board for three dollars.”
“Then go quickly,” said Marion, “but leave the address, and remember your name is to be Bert Wilson.”
“I’ll remember,” said Bert, grinning, as he scribbled the address.
He started down the stairs saying good-by to the girls cheerily.
In two minutes he was back, his eyes flashing with anger.
“They are out there, Matt Jenkins and Sile,” he whispered, “and they are coming in here just as sure as shooting!”
“Quick! Get into these, Bert!” cried Marion, sharply.
She sprang to the door and turned the key, then began pulling some clothing out of a valise in the corner.
“It’s the suit Miss Ray gave me the first night I met her,” she whispered. “The skirt is so long that it will hide your feet and I’ve got a thick veil that will conceal your features.”