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Linyard might see him daily; and then have him taken to her own home as soon as it was deemed safe to do so. Frank, who was somewhat acquainted with the methods of procedure, accompanied the old sailor to the institution and helped him to make the necessary arrangements. Half an hour later an ambulance drove into Frying Pan Court.
Then get a World and a Herald, and look over the want advertisements. I reckon that's the best way of striking a position." "Thank you, I'll try that plan. Good-by." And Richard held out his hand. "Won't you come down to my place afore we part?" interposed Doc Linyard. "It's only a few steps from here." Richard demurred.
"I'm sorry I can't go with you," said Frank, "but I'm going out with mother. Will you be long?" "I guess not. Of course I can't tell. Doc Linyard may want me to do something for him write a letter or so, and that all takes time. I'll be back by nine, I guess." And with these words the two separated, Frank hurrying up town, and Richard to carry his news to the old sailor.
Doc Linyard preceded the boy up a narrow stairway to a small room on the third floor. "Here you are," he exclaimed, as he set the lamp down on a table. "Betty got it all fixed for you. There's your valise and the bed's waiting for you. Take my advice and don't get up too early, not afore seven o'clock any way, and pleasant dreams to you." "Thank you; the same to you," replied Richard sincerely.
Mrs. Linyard caught him up in her arms. "Who'd a believed it!" she cried. "Mr. Dare a doing of it. Why, you're as dirty as a pig! Where's your dad and your marm and sister Mary?" "Dad's sick. We just left him. Marm and Mary are dead. Mr. Dare says you've got money for dad. I'm so glad, 'cause he's sick." "Mother and Mary dead!" The sad news brought the tears to the woman's eyes. "Poor dear!
"Well, it's this way," began Doc Linyard, crossing his good leg over the cork one: "My wife got a letter from England last week, saying as how an uncle had died, leaving his property to her and her brother, Tom Clover. In the letter she was asked to see her brother and fix the matter up with him. They wrote they didn't have his address, and so left it to her."
The other had been sent by a private detective, who was willing to institute a search for the missing party for the modest sum of three dollars per day, also payable in advance. "Just what I thought they might be," observed Doc Linyard, when the reading was finished. "You can tear them up. We don't want such outside help." Richard did as directed.
But under the Elevated Railroad and down by the Brooklyn Bridge all was confusion and jam, and in a moment Richard realized that he had lost his friend. He hurried along several blocks, and then just as rapidly retraced his steps. But it was useless. Doc Linyard had disappeared in the crowd and was not to be found. "Now I'm in a pretty pickle," thought Richard.
No, thanky, I'm no land shark." "I know you're not," replied Richard quickly, for he saw that the sailor's feelings had been hurt, "but I would like to do something in return." "No need of that. Tell you what you can do though," continued Doc Linyard, after a moment's reflection. "Well?" "Write me out an advertisement for the newspapers.
Richard's story, as well as Pep's, was soon told, and then Doc Linyard and his wife prepared to accompany the two back to Frying Pan Court. "I'm glad I've got a little money saved," said the old sailor to Richard, as they hurried across town. "Poor Tom shan't want for anything while there's a shot left in the locker. It's funny he wouldn't let us know his condition."
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