Part 42 (1/2)
”They must be villains.”
”They are. But, Mr. McCabe, let me thank you for what you have done.”
”Oh, don't say a word!”
”I shall never forget it. But for you I might at this moment be dead.”
”I only hope you down the rascals, every one of them. Now, I must go and finish looking after the place. Come along, Katie. We'll be back in quarter of an hour. You had better take off your shoes and warm your feet in the oven.”
”Thank you.”
McCabe and his daughter departed. After they were gone, Hal locked the door and took off part of his clothing, and also did as the man had advised.
The roaring fire soon dried the clothing and warmed Hal through and through. As soon as he heard McCabe's footsteps on the stairs he rearranged his toilet.
”Katie says she saw the fellow that wanted to hit her down in the street just now,” said McCabe.
Hal jumped up.
”Which way did he go?”
”Over toward Park Row.”
The youth thought for a moment.
”Mr. McCabe.”
”What is it, Mr. Carson?”
”Will you do me a great favor?”
”Let's hear what it is.”
”Please keep the fact that you saved me a secret.”
”A secret?” cried the old watchman, in considerable astonishment.
”Yes, sir.”
”What for?”
”I have my reasons for it.”
”The villains that attacked you ought to be punished. They ought to be in the hands of the police this blessed minute.”
”You are right, ordinarily speaking, but I have work to do before I have them locked up.”
”Well, I'll do as you say.”