But it was useless. Doc Linyard had disappeared in the crowd
and was not to be found.
"Now I'm in a pretty pickle," thought Richard. "I suppose there is
nothing to do but get back to the Watch Below."
But that was easier said than done. The boy did not like to make too
many inquiries, and so started off on his own account.
He paid dearly for the experiment. A wrong turn or two, and lo! it
took Richard an hour to get back to West Street and to the restaurant.
And arrived here, an awkward state of affairs confronted the boy. The
Watch Below was closed for the night. All was dark, and not a soul was
in sight!
CHAPTER X.
THE FIRST NIGHT IN NEW YORK.
For an instant a feeling of intense loneliness swept over Richard's
heart as he stood on the dark and silent pavement. He had firmly counted
upon spending the night at the Watch Below, and now to find that place
closed up caused his heart to sink within him. He reproached himself
bitterly for having allowed his curiosity and love of books to make
him forgetful of his situation.
"How am I ever to get along in this world unless I watch out?" he said
to himself dismally. "I suppose it will do no good to knock on the
door. By the way the place is located, the sleeping-room must be
upstairs in the rear, and I might pound till doomsday without any one
hearing me.
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