"How are you, Grit?" said Brandon affably.
There was a flush on Brandon's face, and an unsteadiness of gait which indicated that he had succeeded in evading5 what is known as the Maine law. To Grit it was not a welcome apparition6. Still, he felt it due to himself to be ordinarily polite.
"And how's your mother?" asked Brandon.
"Quite well, thank you," Grit answered, as formally as if the question had been asked by a stranger.
"Does she miss me much?" asked his stepfather, with a smile.
"She has not mentioned it," responded our hero coldly.
"I am sorry that circumstances compel me to be absent from her for a time," continued Brandon.
"Oh, don't disturb yourself," said Grit. "She is quite used to being alone. I think she mentioned that you talked of going to Europe."
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Brandon frowned, and his bitter disappointment was thus recalled to his mind.
"I don't know whether I shall or not," he answered. "It depends upon whether my—speculation turns out well. Where are you going?"
Grit hesitated as to whether he should answer correctly. He was not anxious to have Brandon looking him up in Boston, but it occurred to him that he should be traveling at the West, and, therefore, he answered:
"I have heard of a chance in Boston, and am going to see about it."
"All right, Grit!" said Brandon. "You have my consent."
It occurred to Grit that he did not stand in need of his stepfather's approval, but he did not say so.
"Yes, Grit, I send you forth8 with a father's blessing9," said Brandon paternally10. "By the way, have you a quarter about you?"
Grit thought that a quarter was rather a high price to pay for Brandon's blessing, but he was in good spirits, and this made him good-natured. Accordingly, he drew a quarter from his pocket and handed it to his stepfather.
"Thank you, Grit," said Brandon briskly, for he had felt uncertain as to the success of[Pg 246] his application. "I like to see you respectful and dutiful. I will drink your good health, and success to your plans."
"You had better drink it in cold water, Mr. Brandon."
"That's all right," said Brandon. "Good-by!"
He disappeared in the direction of the nearest saloon, and Grit returned to the depot11 to take the train for Boston.
"I don't know that I ought to have given him any money," thought Grit, "but I was so glad to get rid of him that I couldn't refuse."
He reached Boston without further adventure, arriving at the Boston and Maine depot in Haymarket Square about four o'clock.
He decided13 that it was not. Even if it were too late for an interview, he thought it would be wise to let his prospective14 employer understand that he had met his appointment punctually.
"Carriage, sir?" asked a hackman.
Grit answered in the negative, feeling that to one in his circumstances it would be foolish extravagance to spend money for a carriage. But this was succeeded by the thought that time was valuable, and as he did not[Pg 247] know where Essex Street was, it might consume so much to find out the place indicated in the letter that he might miss the opportunity of seeing Mr. Weaver.
"How far is Essex Street from here?" he asked.
"Is there any street-car line that goes there?"
"Oh, bless you, no."
Neither of these answers was correct, but Grit did not know this.
"How much will you charge to take me to No. —— Essex Street?"
"Seein' it's you, I'll take you for a dollar and a quarter."
Grit was about to accept this offer, when a quiet-looking man beside him said:
"The regular fare is fifty cents."
"Is it any of your business?" demanded the hackman angrily. "Do you want to take the bread out of a poor man's mouth?"
"Yes, if the poor man undertakes to cheat a boy!" answered the quiet man keenly.
"It's ridiculous expectin' to pay fifty cents for a ride of three or four miles," grumbled17 the hackman.
"The distance isn't over a mile and a [Pg 248]quarter, and you are not allowed to ask over fifty cents. My boy, I advise you to call another hack15."
"Jump in," said the hackman, fearful of losing his fare.
"I think I will get in, too, as I am going to that part of the city," said the small man, in whom my readers will probably recognize the detective already referred to.
"That'll be extra."
"Of course," said the detective. "I understand that, and I understand how much extra," said the stranger significantly.
As the man and boy rattled18 through the streets, they fell into a conversation, and Grit, feeling that he was with a friend, told his plan.
"Humph!" said the detective. "May I see this letter?"
"Certainly, sir."
"Do you know who recommended you to Mr. Weaver?" asked Grit's new friend.
"No, sir."
"And can't guess?"
"No, sir."
"Doesn't it strike you as a little singular that such an offer should come from a stranger?"
"Yes, sir; that did occur to me. Don't you[Pg 249] think it genuine?" asked Grit anxiously.
"I don't know. I could tell better if I should see this Mr. Weaver."
"Won't you go in with me?"
"No; it might seem odd, and the proposal may be genuine. I'll tell you what to do, my boy. That is, if you feel confidence in me."
"I do, and shall be glad of your advice."
"I will, sir, and thank you."
When the hack drew up in front of No. —— Essex Street, the stranger got out with Grit.
"I am calling close by," he said, "and won't ride any farther. Here is the fare for both."
"But, sir," said Grit, "it is not right that you should pay my fare for me."
"It is all right," said Mr. Baker. "I have more money than you, probably, my young friend. Besides, meeting with you has saved me some trouble."
This speech puzzled Grit, but he did not feel like asking any explanation.
He glanced with some interest at the house where he was to meet Mr. Weaver. It was a three-story brick house, with a swell20 front, such as used to be very popular in Boston thirty or forty years since. It was very quiet in appearance, and there was nothing to distinguish it from its neighbors on either side.
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"Good afternoon. Remember to call upon me at the Parker House."
"Thank you, sir."
Benjamin Baker turned down a side street, and Grit rang the bell.
It was opened by a tall, gaunt woman, with a cast in her eye.
"I called to see Mr. Weaver—Mr. Solomon Weaver," said Grit.
"Oh, yes," said the woman, with a curious smile. "Come in."
The hall which Grit entered was dark and shabby in its general appearance. Our hero followed his guide to a rear room, the door of which was thrown open, revealing a small apartment, with a shabby collection of furniture. There was no carpet on the floor, but one or two rugs relieved the large expanse of floor.
"Take a seat, and I'll call Mr. Weaver," said the woman.
Somehow Grit's courage was dampened by the unpromising look of the house and its interior.
He had pictured to himself Mr. Weaver as a[Pg 251] pleasant, prosperous-looking man, who lived in good style, and was liberally disposed.
He sat down in an armchair in the center of the room.
He had but five minutes to wait.
Then the door opened, and to Grit's amazement23 the man whom he had known as Colonel Johnson entered the room, and coolly locked the door after him.
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