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"I can sympathize with you," muttered Ned. "Mr. Leatherby used to be a director in the bank where I worked before Tom made me his business manager, and I've often thought he was a bit fossilized himself!" "Well, Mr. Damon, I'll see what can be done," promised Tom. "Good!" came an enthusiastic exclamation. "Bless my cup of tea, I'm counting on you!"
Leatherby asked, not offering to relieve him. "Please let me go, sir. I won't do so again," said Bob, whining. "It won't hurt you to hang awhile, I reckon," Mr. Leatherby replied, going into the house and telling Mrs. Leatherby what had happened, then calling up Mr. Shelbarke, who lived near by, and also Mr. Noggin. "I reckon that this isn't your first trick, Bob," said Mr.
Leatherby kindled the fire in his shoe-shop, he found that the stove would not draw. The smoke, instead of going up the funnel, poured into the room, and the fire, instead of roaring and blazing, smouldered a few moments and finally died out. He kindled it again, opened the windows to let in the air, but it would not burn.
Bob begged, and whined, but to no purpose, till he told them all about the Night-Hawks, that Philip set them on, and that Paul did not take Mr. Noggin's honey, nor smoke out Mr. Leatherby. It was Philip who sheared Miss Dobb's puppy, who took Mr. Shelbarke's watermelons, and robbed Deacon Hardhack's hen-roost. When Bob had told all, they let him go.
I always liked him; but I didn't think he would cut up such a shine as this," Mr. Leatherby replied. "Appearances are deceptive. It won't do for me to say anything against Paul, for people might say I was envious; but if I were you, Mr. Leatherby, I'd put him over the road," said Philip, walking on. Mr.
It was admirably contrived. About midnight Mr. Leatherby heard the board drop. "I've got him!" he shouted, springing out of bed, alarming Mrs. Leatherby, who thought he was crazy. He had not told her of the trap. "Got whom? Got what?" she exclaimed, wondering what he meant. "Paul Parker, who has come to steal the grapes," he said, as he put on his clothes.
He went off limping, but very glad that he was free. In the morning Mr. Leatherby and Mr. Noggin reported what had happened; but Philip put on a bold face, and said that Bob was a liar, and that there wasn't a word of truth in what he had said. The fact that he was caught stealing Mr.
When Paul passed by the shop on his way home at night, he said, "Good evening, Mr. Leatherby," so pleasantly and kindly, that Mr. Leatherby half made up his mind that it wasn't Paul who did it, after all, but some of the other boys, Bob Swift, perhaps, a sly, cunning, crafty fellow, who was one of Philip's cronies.
"Now, Billy, telephone to my apartments to have my Gladstone and my dress-suit togs brought down to that train. Then, by the way, telephone Leatherby and Pluscher to send up to my place of business and have Mr. Johnson show their man my new office. Have him take measurements of it and fit it up at once, complete. They know the kind of things I like.
Leatherby, if you don't look out," he said to the shoemaker, who had a luxuriant vine in his garden, which was so full of ripe clusters that people's mouths watered when they saw them purpling in the October sun. Mr. Leatherby concluded to keep his eyes open, also to set a trap. He waited till evening, that no one might see what he was about. His garden was a warm, sunny spot, upon a hillside.
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