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"But surely you don't mean to say that you are not going to do anything to help him out of his trouble?" exclaimed Foster in amazement, as he heard the heartless words. With a depreciating shrug of his shoulders, Len Dardus responded: "But what can I do? It will cost money to hire a lawyer, or even to bail him out. Besides, as I said, it will be a good lesson for him."
So you are Len Dardus' kid, are you?" queried the other of Bob's inquisitors. "I'm not his kid, but he is my guardian," corrected the lad in a voice so full of reproach that the two men could not refrain from smiling. "Then you don't like Dardus?" smiled the one who had addressed him first. "I think he is unreasonable," returned Bob. "Yes, and none too honest," commented the other.
"Which way were they going in the same direction?" "No. Bob ran up the street as though the police were after him." "Then Mr. Dardus was chasing him," suggested Foster, jumping at the conclusion that Bob and his guardian had had angry words, that the boy had run away, and that his guardian had gone in pursuit. "No, he wasn't.
Eitel and others identify this with Darada, the country of the ancient Dardae, the region near Dardus; lat. 30d 11s N., lon. 73d 54s E. See E. H. p. 30. I am myself in more than doubt on the point. But as I read our narrative, Fa-Hsien is here on the eastern bank of the Indus, and only crosses to the western bank as described in the next chapter.
From one to another, Dardus looked, then demanded in a terrified voice: "What what do you want?" "We want justice for Bob Chester," said Mr. Perkins. "We want you to give him every cent you have in bank except the five hundred dollars you had when Horace Chester died. We want you to sign this paper admitting that you forged the will bequeathing you the ranch in Red Top.
I've often wondered why no one came to see the boy and take him from that man Dardus." These words suggested a new train of thought to the reporter, and, judging from the remark that his informant had some knowledge of the boy's antecedents, he determined to learn what he could about them. "Then you knew Bob's father?" asked Foster. "No.
For a moment, as he heard the amazing announcement of his ward, Mr. Dardus stood staring at him in silence, and then broke into a mocking laugh. "So you're going West, are you? That is a good one. Why, you couldn't even get across the river to Jersey City. It takes money, money, my boy, to travel, and you haven't a cent. And yet you're going West! That is a good one.
Perkins, these words were explained, for Bob's patrons had set detectives at work and had learned all there was to be learned about Len Dardus, even to the banks in which he kept his money, and how much he had.
He's fond of book reading, and I've told old man Dardus, every time I saw him, that he ought to have the boy educated." "Well, I am Bob's friend," said the reporter, "and if you think it's a wise thing, I'll see what I can do about getting him into a different place. You just tell him to come and see me the first opportunity he has." And again lifting his hat, Foster bowed and took his departure.
Dardus is right when he says there is no pleasure in having money that isn't earned honestly, and getting a dollar for just holding this money isn't really honest work." "Well, if you think you ought to be delivering your groceries, why not give the envelope to me? I'll stay here and wait, though I must say I am getting tired." "Oh, no," said Bob. "I gave my word that I would stay, and I will."
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