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I had the letters when I reached the street hold up; that boy. I'm sure he's the one!" he exclaimed to himself. "I remember now feeling something at my pocket when I put my hand up to my collar. That bug business was only a ruse! Well, I am a fool! And after all Mr. Joyce and Doc Linyard told me, too!"
"Well, pop!" exclaimed Doc Linyard, as he stepped up. "Hello, my boy! Back again," returned the older man. "Did you find 'em?" he added, in an anxious tone. "No." The old man shook his head ominously. "Too bad, too bad," he murmured. But he was evidently too old to take a very strong interest in the matter. "Never mind, it will all come outright in the end," was the son's reassuring reply.
Doc Linyard had managed to get the boy off the boat as soon as the landing was made, but now, as they waited for a chance to cross the slippery thoroughfare that runs parallel to the water's edge, the crowd surged around them until to Richard there seemed to be a perfect jam. "Hack, sir? Astor House? Coupe, madam? This way for a cab!" In a moment they were safe upon the other side of the street.
Poor Tom!" "Mr. Clover is very sick," said Richard. "He has no one to care for him but Pep. Is Mr. Linyard at home?" "Yes; taking his nap on the sofa. I'll call him or no, come up. My, what a surprise 'twill be for him! He'd about given up." Taking Pep by the hand Mrs. Linyard led the way up to her "best room," where her husband lay sound asleep on a lounge.
The more Richard saw of Doc Linyard, the better he liked the bluff old tar, and, to tell the truth, the latter was fully as much taken by Richard's open manner. It was not long before Richard poured out his own tale in all its details. He found a strong sympathizer in the sailor, who expressed a sincere wish that the pension due the Dare family might be speedily forthcoming.
"Ship ahoy!" he cried heartily. "What's up, what's the trouble?" Then catching sight of Richard and Pep: "Hello, visitors! How are you, Dare?" "Here's Tom's son," repeated Mrs. Linyard. "Mr. Dare has found Tom." "What!" The old sailor looked at the street urchin. "Bless my heart if it hain't Tom's son! Well, well, Dare; this is better than getting them letters back."
Finally he produced the following: INFORMATION WANTED IMMEDIATELY of THOMAS CLOVER or his heirs, formerly of Brighton, England, but when last heard of lived in Cherry Street, this city. He is an heir of the PELEG SABINE estate which awaits settlement. "How will that do?" asked the boy. "First-rate?" cried Linyard. "Only don't put my address on it.
The train had fortunately been delayed, but it was now moving from the station. Richard and Doc Linyard made a rush for it, and succeeded in boarding the last car. "Hope we're done with adventures," remarked the old tar, when they were seated. "I'd rather have things quiet and easy." "I must thank you," said Richard heartily.
"I have good news for you," said Richard. And he handed over the two letters. "Are they the ones as were lost?" asked the old sailor. "Yes; I caught the boy and made him return them." "Did you get your money, too?" went on Linyard, as he cut the envelopes open. "Not yet, but I'm pretty sure of getting it in the near future."
Dad's there, and they both want to see you. You'd better go right away; but maybe you was going," added Pep suddenly. "No, I wasn't. I was going to take a train home," replied Richard. "Perhaps it's nothing in particular." He had an hour before train time, and, accompanied by Frank, walked down to the Watch Below. Doc Linyard greeted him cordially.
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