“You see, too,” continued Bar, “it was that gang found your wallet in your pocket, and I stole it from Prosper in the crowd.”
A few words more explained Bar’s operations more fully, but he absolutely refused to have anything to do with the “prosecution” the judge began to talk of.
“He’s right,” said the doctor. “He’d have to give testimony that would harm him wrongfully——”
“I see,” began the judge; “but——”
Bar interrupted him with:
“And now, gentlemen, the whole of it is just this. I’ve got a new name, I want a new life, and you must advise me how to get into it. That’ll be worth more to me than any one thousand dollars’ reward.”
“But to think of such a boy seeing it in that light,” exclaimed the judge.
“Judge,” said the Doctor, “you seem to be all at sea. This looks like a case for me to treat. In a year from now he can open his valise, for I think he must keep his promise to his rascally uncle, and then we can’t guess what he may learn. Meantime he must go to school.”
“School!” exclaimed Bar. “How am I to manage that? My money’s half-gone already. I must find a way of earning some more.”
“I’ll take care of that,” began the judge, with sudden energy; but the doctor interposed: