? ? ? ? "I'd like to meet Jasper Redwood," he said, his eyes flashing. "If I didn't give him a laying out then my name isn't Mike Flynn."
? ? ? ? "I think he will get his desert some time, Mickey, without any help from you or me."
? ? ? ? "Should hope he will. And what'll you do now, Rodney?"
? ? ? ? "I don't know. Sometimes I think it would be well to go to some other city, Boston or Philadelphia, where Jasper can't get on my track."
? ? ? ? "Should hope you won't do it. I can't get along widout you."
? ? ? ? "I will stay here for a few weeks, Mike, and see if anything turns up."
? ? ? ? "I might get you in as a telegraph boy."
? ? ? ? "That wouldn't suit me. It doesn't pay enough."
? ? ? ? Rodney began to hunt for a situation again, but four weeks passed and brought him no success. One afternoon about four o'clock he was walking up Broadway when, feeling tired, he stepped into the Continental Hotel at the corner of Twentieth Street.
? ? ? ? He took a seat at some distance back from the door, and in a desultory way began to look about him. All at once he started in surprise, for in a man sitting in one of the front row of chairs he recognized Louis Wheeler, the railroad thief who had stolen his box of jewelry.
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