Part 17 (2/2)
”Why, how much does it cost?”
”Two cents apiece.”
”I guess I can stand that. Let us go.”
They pa.s.sed the gate, paying the fare to a man who stood at the entrance, and were soon on the ferry-boat, bound for Brooklyn.
They had scarcely entered the boat, when d.i.c.k, grasping Frank by the arm, pointed to a man just outside of the gentlemen's cabin.
”Do you see that man, Frank?” he inquired.
”Yes, what of him?”
”He's the man that cheated the country chap out of his fifty dollars.”
CHAPTER XI
d.i.c.k AS A DETECTIVE
d.i.c.k's ready identification of the rogue who had cheated the countryman, surprised Frank.
”What makes you think it is he?” he asked.
”Because I've seen him before, and I know he's up to them kind of tricks. When I heard how he looked, I was sure I knowed him.”
”Our recognizing him won't be of much use,” said Frank. ”It won't give back the countryman his money.”
”I don't know,” said d.i.c.k, thoughtfully. ”May be I can get it.”
”How?” asked Frank, incredulously.
”Wait a minute, and you'll see.”
d.i.c.k left his companion, and went up to the man whom he suspected.
”Ephraim Smith,” said d.i.c.k, in a low voice.
The man turned suddenly, and looked at d.i.c.k uneasily.
”What did you say?” he asked.
”I believe your name is Ephraim Smith,” continued d.i.c.k.
”You're mistaken,” said the man, and was about to move off.
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