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Tell him there's a man badly hurt at my house." The boy sped like a rocket, and three more with him. They all yelled as they ran. They were street gamins of the better class, and were both sympathetic and entertained. They lived in a tenement-house near Allbright, and knew him quite well by sight. Meantime the two policemen carried Carroll the short distance to William Allbright's house.
"The management of this block is not what it should be." Allbright had risen, and was standing beside the desk on which lay the Sun. "It hasn't been acting right for a week past," he said, referring to the elevator. "I know it hasn't, and there might have been an accident. It is an outrage. And they are taking twice as long to repair it as they should.
He noticed this, and the thought came to him that possibly it was the property of some ancient and opinionated mortal who was either holding it for higher prices or for the sake of some attachment or grudge. And just as he reached it he saw coming from the opposite direction his old book-keeper, William Allbright.
"His daughter is all alone in the house, I guess, and he's worried about her," explained Allbright. "There ain't nothin' goin' to eat her, if she is, is there?" inquired the down-stairs woman. "I'll run with a telegram," said Allbright, eagerly, to the doctor. But at that moment Carroll lapsed into unconsciousness. The excitement had been too much for him. He lay as if asleep.
With that the man swung himself aboard a passing car, and Allbright and Day were left looking after him. "That feller had ought to have been knocked down," said Day. Allbright turned and looked at him gravely. "So, Captain Carroll lives in Orange?" he said. "He may, for all I know." "Then you don't know?" "Do you?" "No; I never have known exactly."
One morning he found himself in the line with William Allbright. He recognized unmistakably the meek, bent back of the old clerk three ahead of him in the line. A book-keeper had been advertised for in a large wholesale house, and there were perhaps forty applicants all awaiting their turn.
He did not notice them at all, but started to enter the office-building. "Come along quick before he comes back," whispered Day. He seized the astonished girls each by an arm and hustled them up the street, and Allbright, after a second's hesitation, followed them just as the irate man emerged from the door.
"There's two weeks' vacation," Allbright told his sister when he reached home that night, "and I don't know, but I'm afraid business ain't going just to suit Captain Carroll, and that's the reason for it." "Has he paid you?" asked his sister, quickly, and her placid forehead wrinkled. Her illness had made her irritable. "Yes," replied her brother. He looked at her meditatively.
She glanced back at the office window as the car rumbled heavily up Broadway, and it was a pathetic glance from a rather pathetic young face with a steady outlook upon a life of toil and petty needs. William Allbright had lingered behind the rest, and was in the office talking with Carroll, who was owing him a month's salary.
The thing gained and gained, and I judged it must be a dog that was about tired out. Well, we swung down into the crossing, and the thing floated across the bright streak of the moonshine, and, by George, it was bar'l. Says I "Dick Allbright, what made you think that thing was a bar'l, when it was a half a mile off," says I. Says he "I don't know." Says I "You tell me, Dick Allbright." He says
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