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[Illustration: Tony set to work with rapid hands to tie the prostrate
tramp hand and foot.--(See page 73.)]
TONY, THE HERO;
--Or,--
A Brave Boy's Adventures With a Tramp.
BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.,
Author of
"Tom, the Bootblack;" "Joe's Luck;" "Frank Fowler, the Cash Boy;"
"Tom Temple's Career;" "Tom Thatcher's Fortune;"
"The Errand Boy," etc., etc.
Illustrated.
[Illustration: Logo]
New York.
A. L. Burt, Publisher.
Copyright 1890, by A. L. Burt.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE TWO WANDERERS. 7
II. THE FARM-HOUSE. 14
III. RUDOLPH'S DISAPPOINTMENT. 20
IV. SETTING A TRAP. 26
V. AN ATTEMPT AT BURGLARY. 33
VI. ABNER'S RUSE. 37
VII. A STRANGE HOTEL. 47
VIII. TONY HIRES OUT AS A COOK AND HOUSEKEEPER. 54
IX. THE FACE AT THE WINDOW. 61
X. THE TRAMP'S UNEXPECTED DEFEAT. 68
XI. THE PRISONER. 74
XII. TONY STARTS OUT ONCE MORE. 81
XIII. TONY GETS A PLACE. 88
XIV. TONY'S RIVAL. 92
XV. THE BOYS' DUEL. 96
XVI. RUDOLPH ESCAPES AND SEES AN ADVERTISEMENT. 103
XVII. THE LADY AT THE ST. NICHOLAS. 110
XVIII. TWO CONSPIRATORS. 116
XIX. THE WICKED COMPACT. 123
XX. THE FIGHTING QUAKER. 130
XXI. RUDOLPH HEARS OF TONY. 134
XXII. RUDOLPH FINDS TONY. 137
XXIII. THE NEGLECTED WELL. 142
XXIV. THE DEED IS DONE. 145
XXV. "I HOLD YOU TO THE BOND." 152
XXVI. TONY'S ESCAPE. 159
XXVII. TONY IS DISCHARGED. 166
XXVIII. THE WORLD BEFORE HIM. 173
XXIX. A STRANGE ADVENTURE. 180
XXX. BREAKFAST AT THE ST. NICHOLAS. 187
XXXI. TONY AND HIS GUARDIAN SET UP HOUSEKEEPING. 194
XXXII. HOME AGAIN. 201
XXXIII. CAPTAIN GREGORY LOVELL. 208
XXXIV. TONY ASTONISHES HIS OLD FRIENDS. 215
XXXV. TONY'S BAD LUCK. 223
XXXVI. "I HATE YOU!" 230
XXXVII. MRS. MIDDLETON AND HER LOVER. 236
XXXVIII. A STORMY INTERVIEW. 240
XXXIX. TONY'S ESCAPE. 243
XL. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. 249
WHITMARSH'S REVENGE. 254
THE BOY IN THE BUSH. 264
THE MIDNIGHT RIDE. 273
A THOUSAND A YEAR. 281
A. L. BURT'S PUBLICATIONS 1
TONY, THE HERO.
CHAPTER I.
THE TWO WANDERERS.
A man and a boy were ascending a steep street in a country town in
Eastern New York. The man was tall and dark-complexioned, with a
sinister look which of itself excited distrust. He wore a slouch hat,
which, coming down over his forehead, nearly concealed from view his
low, receding brow. A pair of black, piercing eyes looked out from
beneath the brim. The first impression produced upon those who met him
was that he was of gipsy blood, and the impression was a correct one.
Where he was born no one seemed to know; perhaps he did not himself
know, for all his life he had been a wanderer, but English was the
tongue that he spoke, and, apart from the gipsy dialect, he knew no
other.
His companion was a boy of fourteen. Between the two there was not
the slightest resemblance. Though embrowned by exposure to the sun
and the wind, it was easy to see that the boy was originally of light
complexion. His hair was chestnut and his eyes blue. His features were
regular and strikingly handsome, though, owing to the vagrant life
he was compelled to lead, he was not able to pay that attention to
cleanliness which he might have done if he had had a settled home.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and the boy looked weary. He
seemed scarcely able to drag one foot after the other. His companion
turned upon him roughly.
"What are you dawdling that way for, Tony?" he demanded. "You creep
like a boy of three."
"I can't help it, Rudolph," said the boy, wearily; "I'm tired."
"What business have you to be tired?"
"I've walked far to-day."
"You've walked no farther than I. I don't dawdle like you."
"You're a man. You're stronger than I am, Rudolph."
"And you're a milksop," said the man contemptuously.
"I'm nothing of the sort," said the boy, with a flash of spirit. "I'm
not made of cast-iron, and that's why I can't stand walking all day
long. Besides, I have had no dinner."
"That isn't my fault, is it?"
"I didn't say it was, but it makes me weak for all that."
"Well," said Rudolph, "perhaps you're right. I feel like eating
something myself. We'll go to some house and ask for supper."
Tony looked dissatisfied.
"I wish we were not obliged to beg our meals," he said; "I don't like
it."
"Oh, you're getting proud, are you?" sneered Rudolph. "If you've got
money to pay for your supper, we won't beg, as you call it."
"Why can't we do as other people do?" asked Tony.
"What's that?"
"Live somewhere, and not go tramping round the country all the time. It
would be a good deal pleasanter."
"Not for me. I'm a vagrant by nature. I can't be cooped up in one
place. I should die of stagnation. I come of a roving stock. My mother
and father before me were rovers, and I follow in their steps."
The man spoke with animation, his eye flashing as he gazed about him,
and unconsciously quickened his pace.
"Then, I'm not like you," said Tony, decidedly. "I don't want to be a
tramp. Were my father and mother rovers like yours?"
"Of course they were," answered Rudolph, but not without hesitation.
"Ain't I your uncle?"
"I don't know. Are you?" returned Tony, searchingly.
"Haven't I told you so a hundred times?" demanded Rudolph, impatiently.
"Yes," said the boy, slowly, "but there's no likeness between us.
You're dark and I am light."
"That proves nothing," said the elder tramp, hastily. "Brothers are
often as unlike. Perhaps you don't want to look upon me as a relation?"
The boy was silent.
"Are you getting ashamed of me?" demanded Rudolph, in a harsh tone.
"I am ashamed of myself," said Tony, bitterly. "I'm nothing but
a tramp, begging my bread from door to door, sleeping in barns,
outhouses, in the fields, anywhere I can. I'm as ignorant as a boy of
eight. I can just read and that's all."
"You know as much I do."
"That don't satisfy me. When I grow up I don't want to be----"
Tony hesitated.
"You don't want to be like me. Is that it?" asked Rudolph, angrily.
"No, I don't want to be like you," answered Tony, boldly. "I want to
have a home, and a business, and to live like other people."
"Humph!" muttered Rudolph, fixing his eyes thoughtfully upon his young
companion. "This is something new. You never talked like that before."
"But I've felt like that plenty of times. I'm tired of being a tramp."
"Then you're a fool. There's no life so free and independent. You can
go where you please, with no one to order you here nor there, the scene
changing always, instead of being obliged to look always upon the same
people and the same fields."
"What's the good of it all? I'm tired of it. I've got no home, and
never had any."
"You've got no spirit. You're only fit for a farm-boy or an apprentice."
"I wish I was either one."
"Sit down here if you are tired," said the man, abruptly, throwing
himself down under a wide-spreading tree by the roadside.
Tony stretched himself out at a little distance, and uttered a sign of
relief as he found himself permitted to rest.
"Have you been thinking of this long?" asked Rudolph.
"Of what?"
"Of not liking to be a tramp?"
"Yes."
"You have not spoken of it before."
"I've been thinking of it more lately."
"How did that come?"
"I'll tell you," said Tony. "Don't you remember last week when we
passed by a school house? It was recess, and the boys were out at play.
While you were away a few minutes, one of the boys sat down by me and
talked. He told me what he was studying, and what he was going to do
when he got older, and then he asked me about myself."
"What did you tell him?"
"What did I tell him?" said Tony, bitterly. "I told him that I was a
tramp, and that when I got older I should be a tramp still."
"Well," said Rudolph, sharply, "what then?"
"The boy told me I ought to get some regular work to do, and grow into
a respectable member of society. He said that his father would help me,
he thought; and----"
"So you want to leave me, do you?" demanded Rudolph, fiercely. "Is that
what you're coming to, my chicken?"
"It isn't that so much as the life you make me lead. I want to leave
that, Rudolph."
"Well, you can't do it," said the man, shortly.
"Why not?"
"I say so, and that's enough."
Tony was silent for a moment. He was not greatly disappointed, for he
expected a refusal. He changed the subject.
"Rudolph," he said, "there's something else I want to ask you about."
"Well?"
"Who am I?"
"Who are you? A young fool," muttered the tramp, but he appeared a
little uneasy at the question.
"I want to know something about my father and mother."
"Your mother was my sister. She died soon after you were born."
"And my father?"
"He was put in jail for theft, and was shot in trying to make his
escape. Does that satisfy you?"
"No, it doesn't, and what's more, I don't believe it," said Tony,
boldly.
"Look here," said Rudolph, sternly. "I've had enough of your insolence.
Do you see this strap?"
He produced a long leather strap, which he drew through his fingers
menacingly.
"Yes, I see it."
"You'll feel it if you ain't careful. Now get up. It's time to be
moving."