He is an heir of the PELEG SABINE estate which awaits
settlement. Address DOC LINYARD, THE WATCH BELOW, West Street, New
York.
"How will that do?" asked the boy.
"First-rate?" cried Linyard. "Only don't put my address on it. I want
the answer to come through a box in the newspaper office. I don't want
to be bothered by lawyers and detectives looking for a job on the
case."
"I see," said Richard, and crossing out the address he substituted the
words:
"Doc, box ---, this office."
"Guess I'll take a walk over to the newspaper office at once," said
the old tar, when the boy had finished. "Reckon as how pop and the
mistress can get along for a while. I suppose you'd like to come along."
"Indeed I would. I'd like to see as much of the city as I can before
I get to work."
"There's lots of strange sights, no doubt, to new eyes like yours.
You'll find lots that's bright and a heap more that's dark and dismal
enough."
A moment later they set out. Passing up Liberty Street, they turned
into Greenwich and walked along to Fulton.
The Elevated Road, with its noise, was a surprise to the boy, but he
was not allowed time to notice it long, for the sailor hurried him up
Fulton Street, to St. Paul's Church, and then they stood on Broadway.
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