SAM PEPPER'S RESORT.
"Well, how have you done to-day?" asked Sam Pepper, when Nelson entered
the lunch-room and came to the rear, where Pepper stood mixing some
liquors.
"Oh, I sold quite a few papers," answered Nelson.
"How many?"
"Over a hundred."
"Then I guess you made over a dollar?"
"I did."
"That's more than I've made to-day," growled Pepper. "Business is
growing worse and worse."
Nelson knew that he must have made more than a dollar, but he did not
say anything on the point. He saw that Sam Pepper was in an ugly mood.
"It seems to me you ought to begin paying something for your keep," went
on the lunch-room keeper, after he had returned from serving the drinks
he had been mixing.
"All right, I'm willing," said Nelson readily. "But I don't get much
from here now, remember."
"It's not my fault if you are not here at dinner time. Plenty of eating
going to waste."
"I am not going to eat other folks' left-overs," said the newsboy,
remembering the offer made to him several days before.
"Those left-overs are good enough for the likes of you, Nelson. Don't
git high-toned before you can afford it."
"What do you want me to pay?"
"You ought to pay me at least five dollars a week," growled Sam Pepper,
after a crafty look into the boy's face.
"Five dollars a week!" ejaculated Nelson in surprise. "Why, I don't make
it, excepting when business is good."
"Well, it's got to be five dollars a week after this."
"I can get board at other places for three."
"You won't go to no other place. You'll stay here, and if you make a
dollar or more a day you'll pay me the five dollars."
"But who will buy me any clothes?"
"Aint that suit good enough?"
"No, it's not. I was saving up to buy another suit, but Billy Darnley
stole five dollars of the savings from me this morning," went on Nelson
bitterly.
"Stole five dollars from you? I don't believe you."
"It's true."
"Then you ought to lose the money, seeing that you didn't pass it over
to me," grumbled Sam Pepper. "After this, you let me save your money for
you."
At this point some customers came in, and Sam had to wait on them.
Seeing this, the newsboy passed around the bar and into the two rooms
which he and Pepper called home. They were gloomy and foul-smelling, but
the newsboy did not mind this, for he was used to the surroundings. Yet
his heart was heavy, as he threw himself into a dilapidated chair and
gave himself up to his thoughts.
The new suit of clothes seemed further off than ever, for, if he must
pay Sam Pepper five dollars a week for his board, it would be utterly
impossible for him to save a cent. The extra money would be needed to
buy fresh papers each day.
"It isn't fair!" he muttered. "It isn't fair, and I won't stand it! I'll
run away first; that's what I'll do!"
Running away was no new idea, but, as before, he thought of the past and
of what Sam Pepper might have locked up in his breast. No, it would not
do to go away. He must unlock the mystery of the past first.
"I'll question Sam to-night, and I'll make him tell something," he said.
The resolve had hardly crossed his mind when Pepper opened the door with
a bang, as it flew back against the wall.
"Come out here and help me," he snarled. "There is plenty of work to do.
The kitchen woman has left me in the lurch. Throw off your coat and git
into that dishpan, and be lively about it."
Without a word, Nelson did as bidden. He had washed dishes before, and
though the pile beside him was by no means small, he soon made away with
them. Then Pepper set him to polishing up the knives, forks, and spoons,
and this task took until it was time to close for the night.
After the lunch-room had been locked up, and most of the lights put out,
Sam Pepper went to the bar and mixed himself an extra-large glass of
liquor. This was his "nightcap," as he called it, and usually, after
drinking it, he would retire.
To-night, however, after consuming the liquor, he went into one of the
back rooms and got out his best coat and his hat.
"I'm going out an hour or so," he said. "You keep good watch while I'm
away."
"All right," answered Nelson. He was disappointed at not being able to
question Pepper, but saw there was no help for it. Soon the man was
gone, and Nelson was left alone. Pepper had locked the street door and
taken the key with him.
The day's work had made Nelson tired, but he was in no humor for
sleeping, and tumbled and tossed for a long while after lying down upon
his hard couch. He thought of the stout gentleman, of the big newsboy
who had robbed him, and of the kind young lady who had offered him
assistance. For some reason he could not get the young lady out of his
mind, and he half wished he might see her again.
Then his thoughts came back to himself. Who was he, and how had he come
into Sam Pepper's care? Surely the man must know all about the past.
What could Pepper be hiding from him?
At last he fell asleep, and did not rouse up until early morning. Sam
Pepper was just returning, and a glance showed that the man was more
than half under the influence of liquor.
"It's a good game," muttered Pepper to himself, as he stumbled around,
preparing to retire, "A good game, and it will make me rich. And Nelson
shall help me, too."
"Help you at what?" asked the newsboy sleepily.
"Never mind now, you go to sleep," answered Pepper sharply.
He pitched himself on his bed and was soon snoring lustily, and seeing
this Nelson did not attempt to disturb him. He slept soundly for the
rest of the night, and by six o'clock was outdoors and on his way to get
his supply of morning papers.
Pepper had warned him to come back by eleven o'clock, to go at the
dishes again, for the kitchen woman was not coming back. This made him
cautious about investing in newspapers. However, trade proved brisk, and
by ten o'clock he had sold out, and cleared sixty cents.
"I won't buy any more papers until after dinner," he said to himself.
"I'll walk down to the ferry and see if I can find out anything about
Billy Darnley."
At the ferry there was the usual rush of passengers, the noise of the
heavy trucks coming and going, and the shrill cries of the newsboys.
Nelson stopped near the ferryhouse to view the scene.
Hardly had he paused when his attention was attracted to a quarrel
between a large newsboy and a small one. The larger lad was shaking his
fist in the face of the smaller.
"You keep away from dis corner, Paul Randall!" said the big newsboy. "If
yer don't I'll fix yer, remember dat!"
"I have as much right here as you, Len Snocks!" replied the little
fellow.
"Yer aint got no right here at all!" blustered Len Snocks. "Dis is my
spot, see?"
"You didn't pay for it."
"Don't yer talk back ter me!" howled Len Snocks, and catching the little
lad's stock of papers he threw them down in the mud of the street. "Now
clear out, or I'll t'row you down de same way," he went on.
The scene made Nelson's blood boil. He recognized both boys, and knew
that Paul Randall helped support a mother who was half blind. Len Snocks
was a bully belonging to the crowd with whom Billy Darnley associated.
Rushing across the roadway, Nelson caught Len Snocks by the arm and held
him tightly.
"You big brute!" he cried. "Why don't you tackle a fellow your own
size?"
"Oh, Nelson, he has spoiled my papers!" sobbed Paul, running to save
what was left of the stock.
"Lemme go!" snarled Len Snocks. "Lemme go, do yer hear?"
"You must give Paul clean papers for the dirty ones," returned Nelson
firmly.
"I won't do it!"
"I'll make you do it."
"Make me?" roared Len. "I'd like to see you try it."
In a twinkle Nelson placed one foot behind the bully. Then he gave the
big newsboy a shove which landed him flat on his back. On the instant he
was down on top of Len.
"How many papers are dirty, Paul?" he asked.
"Two _Suns_, a _World_, and a _Journal_," was the quick answer.
"Take 'em out of Len's pile."
"Lemme up, or I'll kill you!" howled the bully, and struggled to arise.
But Nelson was master of the situation. He continued to hold Len down,
and did not let go until Paul had the papers he wished. Then he leaped
up, squared off on the defensive, and awaited the outcome of the
encounter. Paul lost no time in placing himself behind his newly found
champion.