Ragged Dick Part 37

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Here the cas.h.i.+er signed to d.i.c.k to rise and show himself. Our hero accordingly did so.

"You will be glad to find that he has recovered," said the cas.h.i.+er, pointing to d.i.c.k.

With an exclamation of anger and dismay, Travis, who saw the game was up, started for the door, feeling that safety made such a course prudent. But he was too late. He found himself confronted by a burly policeman, who seized him by the arm, saying, "Not so fast, my man.

I want you."

"Let me go," exclaimed Travis, struggling to free himself.

"I'm sorry I can't oblige you," said the officer. "You'd better not make a fuss, or I may have to hurt you a little."

Travis sullenly resigned himself to his fate, darting a look of rage at d.i.c.k, whom he considered the author of his present misfortune.

"This is your book," said the cas.h.i.+er, handing back his rightful property to our hero. "Do you wish to draw out any money?"

"Two dollars," said d.i.c.k.

"Very well. Write an order for the amount."

Before doing so, d.i.c.k, who now that he saw Travis in the power of the law began to pity him, went up to the officer, and said,--

"Won't you let him go? I've got my bank-book back, and I don't want anything done to him."

"Sorry I can't oblige you," said the officer; "but I'm not allowed to do it. He'll have to stand his trial."

"I'm sorry for you, Travis," said d.i.c.k. "I didn't want you arrested.

I only wanted my bank-book back."

"Curse you!" said Travis, scowling vindictively. "Wait till I get free. See if I don't fix you."

"You needn't pity him too much," said the officer. "I know him now.

He's been to the Island before."

"It's a lie," said Travis, violently.

"Don't be too noisy, my friend," said the officer. "If you've got no more business here, we'll be going."

He withdrew with the prisoner in charge, and d.i.c.k, having drawn his two dollars, left the bank. Notwithstanding the violent words the prisoner had used towards himself, and his attempted robbery, he could not help feeling sorry that he had been instrumental in causing his arrest.

"I'll keep my book a little safer hereafter," thought d.i.c.k. "Now I must go and see Tom Wilkins."

Before dismissing the subject of Travis and his theft, it may be remarked that he was duly tried, and, his guilt being clear, was sent to Blackwell's Island for nine months. At the end of that time, on his release, he got a chance to work his pa.s.sage on a s.h.i.+p to San Francisco, where he probably arrived in due time. At any rate, nothing more has been heard of him, and probably his threat of vengence against d.i.c.k will never be carried into effect.

Returning to the City Hall Park, d.i.c.k soon fell in with Tom Wilkins.

"How are you, Tom?" he said. "How's your mother?"

"She's better, d.i.c.k, thank you. She felt worried about bein' turned out into the street; but I gave her that money from you, and now she feels a good deal easier."

"I've got some more for you, Tom," said d.i.c.k, producing a two-dollar bill from his pocket.

"I ought not to take it from you, d.i.c.k."

"Oh, it's all right, Tom. Don't be afraid."

"But you may need it yourself."

"There's plenty more where that came from."

"Any way, one dollar will be enough. With that we can pay the rent."

"You'll want the other to buy something to eat."

"You're very kind, d.i.c.k."

"I'd ought to be. I've only got myself to take care of."

"Well, I'll take it for my mother's sake. When you want anything done just call on Tom Wilkins."

"All right. Next week, if your mother doesn't get better, I'll give you some more."

Tom thanked our hero very gratefully, and d.i.c.k walked away, feeling the self-approval which always accompanies a generous and disinterested action. He was generous by nature, and, before the period at which he is introduced to the reader's notice, he frequently treated his friends to cigars and oyster-stews. Sometimes he invited them to accompany him to the theatre at his expense. But he never derived from these acts of liberality the same degree of satisfaction as from this timely gift to Tom Wilkins. He felt that his money was well bestowed, and would save an entire family from privation and discomfort. Five dollars would, to be sure, make something of a difference in the mount of his savings. It was more than he was able to save up in a week. But d.i.c.k felt fully repaid for what he had done, and he felt prepared to give as much more, if Tom's mother should continue to be sick, and should appear to him to need it.

Besides all this, d.i.c.k felt a justifiable pride in his financial ability to afford so handsome a gift. A year before, however much he might have desired to give, it would have been quite out of his power to give five dollars. His cash balance never reached that amount. It was seldom, indeed, that it equalled one dollar. In more ways than one d.i.c.k was beginning to reap the advantage of his self-denial and judicious economy.

It will be remembered that when Mr. Whitney at parting with d.i.c.k presented him with five dollars, he told him that he might repay it to some other boy who was struggling upward. d.i.c.k thought of this, and it occurred to him that after all he was only paying up an old debt.

When Fosd.i.c.k came home in the evening, d.i.c.k announced his success in recovering his lost money, and described the manner it had been brought about.

"You're in luck," said Fosd.i.c.k. "I guess we'd better not trust the bureau-drawer again."

"I mean to carry my book round with me," said d.i.c.k.

"So shall I, as long as we stay at Mrs. Mooney's. I wish we were in a better place."

"I must go down and tell her she needn't expect Travis back. Poor chap, I pity him!"

Travis was never more seen in Mrs. Mooney's establishment. He was owing that lady for a fortnight's rent of his room, which prevented her feeling much compa.s.sion for him. The room was soon after let to a more creditable tenant who proved a less troublesome neighbor than his predecessor.

CHAPTER XXIV

d.i.c.k RECEIVES A LETTER

It was about a week after d.i.c.k's recovery of his bank-book, that Fosd.i.c.k brought home with him in the evening a copy of the "Daily Sun."

"Would you like to see your name in print, d.i.c.k?" he asked.

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