"Hack, sir? Astor House? Coupe, madam? This way for a cab!"
In a moment they were safe upon the other side of the street.
"Made up your mind which way to steer?" asked Doc Linyard.
"Not exactly," replied Richard. "This is the way to Broadway, I
suppose," he went on, pointing up Cortlandt Street.
"Yes; but what do you intend to do up there?"
"I thought I'd take a look around. I imagine I can't do much in the
way of finding work at this time in the evening."
"No; you'd best wait till morning. Then get a _World_ and a _Herald_,
and look over the want advertisements. I reckon that's the best way of
striking a position."
"Thank you, I'll try that plan. Good-by." And Richard held out his
hand.
"Won't you come down to my place afore we part?" interposed Doc Linyard.
"It's only a few steps from here."
Richard demurred. From the description he had been given of the place
he knew money was to be spent there, and he had no cash to spare.
"I--I--guess not," he faltered.
"Why not?"
"I--well, to tell the truth, I haven't much to spend."
The old tar slapped the boy heartily on the shoulder.
"Don't worry about that!" he cried. "I'm no land-shark. This trip
shan't cost you a cent. Come on."
And Richard followed. To a new-comer West Street is certainly a curious
sight.
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