JIMMY TO THE RESCUE
When Jimmy started for the room, late that afternoon, after having met
Dick and arranging to go to supper with him, he was accosted, just
before he reached the lodging-house, by Mike Conroy. Now, though Jimmy
suspected Mike of having robbed him, and though he considered him his
enemy, Jimmy was a whole-souled, good-hearted lad, not long holding
enmity against any one. So, when Mike greeted him pleasantly enough,
Jimmy responded in kind.
"Heard youse was lookin' fer a news-stand t' buy," said Mike.
"We was," replied Jimmy, "but it was too steep for us."
"I know a feller what's got one t' sell cheap."
"Where?"
"Over in Brooklyn.
"I don't believe we'd like to go to Brooklyn. New York is the best
place for a newspaper stand. You can make more money here."
"No, I mean de feller what owns it lives in Brooklyn. De stand is in
New York, close t' de elevated."
"How much does he want for it?"
"About seventy-five dollars."
This was so near the figure that he and Dick could command that Jimmy
was at once interested.
"What's the man's address?" he asked.
"I'll take youse t' him," volunteered Mike. "He said he'd pay me a
commission if I brought him a customer, an' I'll bring youse."
"All right. I'll go. But I must leave word for Dick where I'm gone."
"Oh, youse needn't bodder about dat. We'll soon be back," said Mike
quickly. "Come on."
So, thinking he would return almost as soon as his partner reached the
room, Jimmy went away with Mike. They crossed the bridge in the cars,
Mike generously paying the fares, and, once on the Brooklyn side, Mike
led the way to a trolley. They rode for some time, and finally Jimmy
exclaimed:
"I thought you said it was only a little ways. We're out in the
country now."
"We're most there," declared Mike quickly. "It's only a few minutes
now," and he began to talk rapidly, telling Jimmy a number of stories
of New York life, and so keeping his companion interested to that
extent that Jimmy did not notice how far they had come.
"We'll git out here," said Mike, at length.
"Say, this is the country for fair," exclaimed Jimmy, as he found
himself in the midst of open fields with only a few houses here and
there. "This feller must want to get a good ways off from his work."
"He does. It's jest a short walk now."
It was getting dusk and Jimmy was beginning to think Dick would get
tired of waiting for him. He began to wish he had left some word, or
else that he had not gone with Mike. The latter led the way across the
fields, toward a house.
"Look out!" suddenly exclaimed Jimmy's companion. The boy turned his
head, and the next instant he felt one of Mike's arms encircle his
neck, while with the other hand Mike held Jimmy's wrists in a firm
grip. Then, before Jimmy knew what was happening, Mike took his arm
from his neck and plunged that hand into Jimmy's pocket where the
newsboy kept his money. He was robbing Jimmy.
"Here! Let up! Quit that! Police!" cried the smaller boy, struggling
to free himself. But Mike was too strong for him, and, in that lonely
place, there were no officers. It was growing quite dark and no help
was in sight.
Suddenly Mike withdrew his hand from Jimmy's pocket, bringing out with
it all the money. Then, giving the smaller lad a push that sent him
stumbling to the ground, Mike turned and ran away, making for the
distant trolley line.
"Now youse kin walk home, Bricks!" he called. "Youse'll git dere by
t'-morror mornin'."
"Give me back my money!" shouted Jimmy, scrambling to his feet.
Mike, with a mocking laugh, raced on. He was too swift a runner for
Jimmy, but the smaller boy pluckily kept after him. Mike had a good
lead, and a little later he reached the trolley line and jumped aboard
a passing car, which soon took him out of sight.
"Well, if that ain't a mean trick!" exclaimed Jimmy, pausing when he
saw it was useless to run farther. "He brought me out here to rob me.
I wonder what he did that for? There's lots of places in New York. I
wonder----" then a sudden thought came to him.
"Dick!" he exclaimed. "Maybe they're going to do something to him and
they wanted to get me out of the way. That's it! They're up to some
trick, Mike and Bulldog, I'll bet anything! And me many miles from New
York and not a cent of car fare!" he added ruefully, as he felt in all
his pockets. Mike had done his part well and had taken every cent
Jimmy had.
For a time the boy did not know what to do. He realized that he must
hurry back to the lodging-house, but how to reach there was another
question. He thought of getting on a trolley car, telling the
conductor his plight, and asking for free transportation. Then there
was his fare to pay across the bridge, though, of course, he could
walk. For that matter he could tramp the entire distance, but it would
take him quite a while; and, meanwhile, what might happen to Dick? He
felt rather dubious about asking the trolley car conductor to trust
him. Probably the man would not believe his story.
"I certainly am up against it good and hard!" said Jimmy to himself.
Rapidly he considered matters. Then, as he saw a light shining from a
distant house, he made up his mind to ask for help. He thought over
what he had better say, and then, determining to be bold, as the case
demanded, he rang the bell and asked for the loan of ten cents, as that
was all he needed to get home.
"I'll leave you my watch for security," went on Jimmy, after he had
explained to the lady some of the circumstances of the case. "It's
only a dollar one, but it's new and it keeps good time."
Fortunately Jimmy had approached a kind woman, who had a boy of her
own, and she not only loaned him the ten cents, but fifteen more,
giving him a quarter. Nor would she take the watch as security. Jimmy
promised to return the money the next day, and then, profuse in his
thanks, he hurried for the trolley and caught a car for Brooklyn Bridge.
Arriving at the lodging-house he hurried to the apartment. His worst
fears were realized. Dick was gone, and, from the appearance of the
room, he had left in a hurry, for his things were scattered around.
"They've got him!" exclaimed Jimmy in despair. "Guess I'd better tell
the police."
He questioned Mr. Snowden, but the manager had not seen Dick depart
with Bulldog. Nor was he inclined to think that anything had occurred.
He suggested that Dick had gone out to take a walk, but Jimmy felt that
something had happened.
He went out into the street, hardly knowing what to do, but trying to
make up his mind to some plan of action. He saw Sam Schmidt, and, more
because he could think of no one else to appeal to than because he
hoped for news, he asked:
"Seen Dick this evenin', Dutchy?"
"Sure, dot's vot I has," was the unexpected answer.
"You have? Where?"
"Him und Bulldog Smouder vent off over towards de Bowery a while ago.
Und dey vos in a hurry-up I d'inks, for dey vos valkin' fast."
"Where does Bulldog live?"
Sam gave the required information.
"Will you come with me, Dutchy?" asked Jimmy eagerly.
"Vere to?"
Jimmy rapidly explained and expressed his belief that Bulldog had
enticed Dick away somewhere, though what his object could be he could
hardly guess.
"Sure, I goes mit youse," declared the German newsboy. "Ve lick dot
Bulldogs feller, dot's vot ve does."
"I guess we can manage him between us," said Jimmy, as he and Sam
started off to rescue Dick.