I'll
be back by nine, I guess."
And with these words the two separated, Frank hurrying up town, and
Richard to carry his news to the old sailor.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A STRANGE SITUATION.
The road to West Street was no longer a strange one to Richard, and
it took him but a short quarter of an hour to reach the Watch Below.
As usual the restaurant was crowded, and the merry jests of the sailors
mingled with the rattle of dishes and clatter of knives.
Doc Linyard was glad to see the boy, and immediately asked how he was
progressing and how he liked his position.
"I have good news for you," said Richard.
And he handed over the two letters.
"Are they the ones as were lost?" asked the old sailor.
"Yes; I caught the boy and made him return them."
"Did you get your money, too?" went on Linyard, as he cut the envelopes
open.
"Not yet, but I'm pretty sure of getting it in the near future."
"Hope you do; two dollars ain't much, but it's something, and nowadays
everything counts. Will you read these letters for me? My eyesight
ain't none of the best any more, and besides, writing is kinder stiff
reading for me at the best."
"Certainly I will, Mr.--"
"Avast there on that figurehead!" interrupted the old tar.
"Doc Linyard, I'll do it with pleasure.
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