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While trying to plan what to do a man turned the corner and came toward them. By the walk Richard recognized Doc Linyard, and with a cry of joy he ran up to the old tar. "Ahoy! so here you are?" exclaimed the sailor, his face beaming with satisfaction. "A nice chase you've led me! Where did you go to?" "Nowhere. I stopped to look at some books and then I couldn't find you again," replied Richard.
Linyard led the way to a cozy nook near the end of the restaurant, and gave them two seats at a small table covered with a snowy white cloth, a table that was generally reserved for officers, or "upper class" patrons. "So you've had no luck?" she said to her husband, as she began to bustle around with the tableware. "It's queer. What can have become of Tom?" "Blessed if I know."
"No luck, Betty," said Linyard soberly. "No?" "Not a bit. Couldn't locate 'em nohow." "It's too bad, Doc." "And he says his life was saved by this chap," put in the old man, who had been gazing at Richard ever since the assertion had been made. "Yes; we've both had strange adventures in the last twelve hours." This bold praise made Richard blush.
"You want to put that all in a book, Linyard," was Professor Pease's summing-up. "I'm sure you've got hold of something big; but to see it clearly yourself you ought to outline it for others. Take my advice chuck everything else and get to work tomorrow. It's time you wrote a book, anyhow." It's time you wrote a book, anyhow!
Meanwhile it fortunately happened that, even if the book should achieve the kind of triumph prophesied by Harviss, it would not appreciably injure its author's professional standing. Professor Linyard was known chiefly as a microscopist.
But he insisted upon paying for all he had, and, seeing that the boy really meant it, Doc Linyard took the money, though not without reluctance. As soon as he had finished eating, Richard went to Park Row and handed in the advertisement. The clerk informed him that no other letters had been received, nor had any applications for them been made.
"Of course we'll be glad to do what we can for you, Linyard; but the fact is, we've decided to give up the idea of the new edition for the present." "You've given up the new edition?" "Why, yes we've done pretty well by 'The Vital Thing, and we're inclined to think it's your turn to do something for it now." The Professor looked at him blankly.
"I'm so glad you've come. They've gone to bed." "All below decks, eh? Well, it's time. I've spent an hour looking for you over on the Bowery. How are you, Mulligan?" the last to the policeman, who nodded pleasantly. Producing a key, Doc Linyard opened the restaurant door. Then he handed the policeman a cigar as a reward for the trouble the officer had taken, and he and Richard entered.
"Oh, it's you!" she exclaimed. "Come in! I was afraid it might be some drunken man; there's so many here of a Sunday, trying to get in." "Aunt Betty, don't you know me!" piped up Pep's voice, all in a tremble. Mrs. Linyard turned and surveyed the street urchin eagerly. "Mercy me! if it hain't Tom's boy!" she ejaculated. "Where in the world did you come from?" "Mr. Dare brought me," replied Pep.
Most of the fellows know me, and hardly a soul comes ashore but what drops in afore he leaves port." "It must pay." "I don't get fancy prices and only make a living. I'd like to ask you down, only maybe it wouldn't be fine enough." Doc Linyard had noticed Richard's neat appearance, and saw that the boy was accustomed to having everything "nice."
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