A STRANGE ADVENTURE.
The young man leaned on the arm of his companion. He was affected
by the potations in which he had indulged, and was sensible of his
condition.
"I ought not to have drank so much," he said, in unsteady accents.
"Pooh! it's nothing," said the other, lightly. "Where are you stopping?"
"St. Nicholas."
"We'd better walk; it will do you good to walk."
"Just as you say."
"Of course, I would only advise you for your good."
"I know it; but old fellow, why did you make me drink so much?"
"I thought you could stand it better. I'm as cool as a cucumber."
He pressed the young man's arm, and led him into a side street.
"What's that for? This ain't the way to St. Nicholas."
"I know it."
"Why don't you go up Broadway?"
"You are not fit to go in yet. You need a longer walk, so that your
condition will not be noticed when you go in."
"Go along old fellow; you're right."
Still Tony kept behind. All seemed right enough, but somehow he could
not help feeling suspicious of the older man.
"I'll watch him," he thought, "and if he attempts any mischief I'll
interfere."
The two men walked in a westerly direction, crossing several streets.
"Look here," said the young man, "we'd better turn back."
Now was the time.
The other looked swiftly around, but did not notice Tony, who was
tracking him in the darkness.
"Give me your watch and money at once, or I'll blow your brains out."
"Look here, you're only trying to play a joke on me."
"You're mistaken. I'm a desperate man. I will do as I say."
"Then you're a villain," said the young man, with spirit. "You've made
me drunk in order to rob me."
"Precisely. Your money or your life. That's about what I mean."
"I'll call the police."
"If you do it will be your last word. Now make up your mind."
The young man, instead of complying, endeavored to break away, but in
his intoxication he had lost half his strength, and was no match for
the other.
"You fool! your blood be on your own hands!" said his companion, and he
drew a pistol from his side pocket.
An instant and he would have fired, but Tony was on the alert. He
sprang forward, seized the would-be murderer by the arm, and the pistol
went off, but the bullet struck a brick wall on the opposite side of
the street.
"Police!" shouted Tony, at the top of his lungs.
"Confusion!" exclaimed the villain. "I must be getting out of this."
He turned to fly, but Tony seized him by the coat, and he struggled
fiercely, but in vain.
"Let go, you young scoundrel!" he shouted, "or I'll shoot you."
"With an unloaded pistol?" asked Tony. "That don't scare much."
A quick step was heard, and a policeman turned the corner.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I charge this man with an attempt at murder," said Tony.
"The boy is right," said the young man.
"They are both lying," said the adventurer, furiously. "It's a plot
against me."
"I know you, Bill Jones," said the policeman, after a careful scrutiny
of the man's features. "You're a hard ticket. Come along with me. You
two must go with me to prefer your charge."
"Let me have your arm, my boy," said the young man; "I'm ashamed to own
that I need your help. It is the last time I will allow liquor to get
the better of me."
"I guess you're about right there," said Tony. "You've had a narrow
escape."
"I owe my life to you," said the young man, warmly. "How did you happen
to come up just in the nick of time?"
"I suspected the man meant you no good. I followed you from the
billiard saloon, where I saw you playing."
"You were sharper than I. I never suspected harm. You have done me the
greatest possible service."
"Curse the young brat!" muttered the man in custody. "I'd like a good
chance to wring your neck."
"I've no doubt of it," said Tony. "I'll keep out of your way."
The station house was not far off. The party entered. The charge was
formally made, and Tony and the young man went out.
"Won't your father and mother feel anxious about your being out so
late?" asked George Spencer, for this was the young man's name.
"I don't think they will," answered Tony. "I haven't got any for that
matter."
"Who do you live with then?"
"I take care of myself."
"Have you no one belonging to you?"
"Not one."
"Are you poor?" asked Spencer, for the first time taking notice of
Tony's rather shabby apparel.
"Oh, no," said our hero. "I've got a little over two dollars in my
pocket."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, and it's a good deal more than I generally have."
"You don't say so. How do you make your living?"
"Any way I can. Any way that's honest."
"And don't you ever get discouraged--down in the mouth?"
"Not often," answered Tony. "I've always got along, and I guess
something will turn up for me. But there's one thing I'm sorry for."
"What's that?"
"I would like to get some sort of an education; I don't know much."
"Can you read?"
"A little, and write a little. I mostly picked it up myself."
The young man whistled.
"Have you any place to sleep to-night?"
"I've hired an attic room for a week."
"What do you pay?"
"A dollar a week."
"Of course, it's a poor room?"
"Yes; but it's all I can expect, and better than I often have. Why,
I've slept in barns and under haystacks plenty of times."
"What is your name?"
"Tony Rugg."
"Well, Tony, you must come and stop with me to-night."
"With you?"
"Yes; at the St. Nicholas Hotel. You can help me get there, and share
my room."
Tony hesitated.
"Do you mean it?" he asked.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because you're a gentleman, and I--do you know what they call me?"
"What?"
"Tony, the Tramp."
"It is your misfortune and not your fault. I repeat my invitation--will
you come?"
"I will," answered Tony.
He saw that the young man was in earnest, and he no longer persisted in
his refusal.
"To-morrow morning I will talk with you further about your affairs. I
want to do something for you."
"You are very kind."
"I ought to be. Haven't you saved my life? But there is the hotel."
Tony and his new friend entered the great hotel. It was brilliantly
lighted, though it was now nearly midnight.
Mr. Spencer went up to the desk.
"My key," he said; "No. 169."
"Here it is, sir."
"This young man will share my room; I will enter his name."
The clerk looked at Tony in surprise. He looked rather shabby for a
guest of the great caravansery.
"Has he luggage?" asked the clerk.
"None to-night; I will pay his bill."
"All right, sir."
They got into the elevator, and presently came to a stop. Mr. Spencer
opened the door of 169.
It was a good-sized and handsomely furnished chamber, containing two
beds.
"You will sleep in that bed, Tony," said Spencer. "I feel dead tired.
Will you help me off with my coat?"
Scarcely was the young man in bed than he fell asleep. Tony lay awake
some time, thinking of his strange adventure.
"It's the first time in my life," he said to himself, "when I've had
two beds--one here and the other at my lodgings. What would Rudolph say
if he knew I was stopping at a fashionable hotel, instead of being at
the bottom of the well, where he threw me?"