Part 59 (2/2)
”No. I know too much, and he, or rather the men who employ him, want to get me out of the way.”
”Humph! They ought to be locked up! We don't want any such work as that around New York City.”
”Where am I?” asked Hal, again.
”You are at the half-way house on the Jerome Avenue road.”
”How far is that from downtown?”
”Quite a few miles, young man.”
”Which is the nearest way down?”
”There is a station on the New York Central & Hudson River Railroad not far from here. But there won't be a train down until half-past ten.”
”And what time is it now?”
”Quarter past nine.”
”Then I think I'll wait.”
”You had better. That crack on the head is an ugly one.”
”I must have gotten it when I jumped from the coach.”
”It was a desperate leap. Who was the fellow who was carrying you off?”
”A tough from the east side.”
”Maybe he'll be coming back looking for you.”
”That's so,” cried Hal. ”Is there a police officer around?”
”I'll find out.”
”Macy is down by the stable,” put in a man present.
”Call him, please,” said Hal.
The policeman was summoned, and to him and the proprietor of the place the youth told his story, omitting all details that were not necessary.
”We might follow him in one of the rigs here,” said the policeman. ”But it's more than likely he'll be back.”
”Will you arrest him for me?”
”Sure.”
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