Boy Broker; Or, Among the Kings of Wall Street

by John Henry Goldfrap

  CHAPTER IX.

  BOB ASSUMES A DISGUISE.

  At the close of business hours, Felix Mortimer sauntered up Broadwaywith something of an air of triumph about him. His jaw was stillswollen, and doubtless pained him not a little.

  Another boy passed up Broadway at the same time, and only a little waybehind Mortimer.

  It was Bob Hunter, and he managed to keep the same distance betweenhimself and young Mortimer, whom, in fact, he was "shadowing." Ofcourse, Mortimer knew nothing of this. In fact, he did not know such aboy as Bob Hunter existed.

  At the post office Felix Mortimer turned into Park Row. He stopped andread the bulletins at the _Mail and Express_ office. Then he bought anevening paper, and, standing on the steps of the _World_ office, lookedit over hastily.

  Now he moved on up Publishers' Row, passing the _Times_, the _Tribune_,and the _Sun_ buildings, and walked along Chatham Street. Presently heemerged into the Bowery. Now he walked more rapidly than he had beendoing, so that Bob had to quicken his pace to keep him in sight.

  At the corner of Pell Street and the Bowery he met a young man whoseemed to be waiting for him.

  "I've been hanging round here for 'most half an hour," said he, as ifdispleased.

  "I'm here on time," replied Felix; "just half past five. Come, let'shave a glass of beer."

  Peter Smartweed was the name of this young fellow, as Bob afterwardsfound out.

  When Felix and his friend passed into the drinking saloon, Bob followedthem as far as the door; then he turned back, and sought the disguise ofa bootblack.

  A young knight of the brush stood near by, with his blacking box slungover his shoulder. Bob arranged with him for the use of it for a fewmoments, promising to pay over to him all the proceeds he made thereby.He also exchanged his own hat for the cap the boy had on, and, with thishead gear pulled down over the left side of his face, the appearanceof Bob Hunter was much changed. His accustomed step, quick, firm, andexpressive, was changed to that of the nerveless, aimless boy--a sort ofshuffle.

  Thus disguised, he approached Felix Mortimer and his companion, who weresitting at a table with a partially filled schooner of beer before eachof them.

  "Shine? shine, boss?" said Bob, in a strange voice.

  No response was made by the convivial youths.

  "Two for five!" continued Bob, persistently. "Two reg'lar patentleathers for only five cents!"

  Peter looked at his boots. They were muddy. Then he argued with himselfthat Felix had paid for the beer, so it seemed to him that he could noteven up the score in any less expensive way than by paying for theshines.

  "Do you mean you will give us both a shine for five cents?" said Peter.

  "Yes," drawled Bob, lazily.

  "Well, see that they are good ones, now, or I'll not pay you a cent."

  Bob commenced work on the shoes very leisurely. He seemed the embodimentof stupidity, and blundered along in every way possible to prolong thetime.

  "How would you like to climb down, Mort, and shine shoes for a living?"said Peter Smartweed, jokingly.

  "Perhaps I wouldn't mind it if I was stupid as the kid fumbling aroundyour shoes seems to be," replied Felix, in a more serious mood than hiscompanion.

  BOB HUNTER PLAYS THE DETECTIVE.]

  "Well, I think you looked even more stupid than this young Arab lastnight, when you lay upon the floor."

  "Well, I guess you would have felt stupid, too, if you had got such aclip as I did," retorted Felix, as he nursed his swollen jaw with hishand.

  "It was a stunning blow, for a fact. John L. Sullivan couldn't have doneit neater. I didn't think, Mort, that that young countryman could hitsuch a clip, did you?"

  "No, I didn't; and I'm mighty sure you don't realize now what a stingingblow he hit me. You talk about it as if it didn't amount to much. Well,all I've got to say is, I don't want to see you mauled so, but I wishyou knew how good it felt to be floored the way I was."

  "No, thank you," said Peter; "I don't want any of it. But you looked socomical, as you fell sprawling, that I couldn't help laughing. I believeI would have laughed if you had been killed."

  Bob Hunter's ears were now wide open.

  "I couldn't see anything to laugh about," said Felix, bitterly.

  "That isn't very strange, either. You naturally wouldn't, under thecircumstances," laughed young Smartweed.

  "Come, now, let up," said Felix. "Your turn may come."

  "I expect it will, if this young farmer ever gets after me."

  "But you don't expect him to get out, do you?"

  "I hadn't thought much about it. My part of the programme was to get himinto old Gunwagner's den, and I did it without any accident."

  Felix looked hard at his companion. He knew the last part of thissentence was a sarcastic thrust at him.

  Bob grew excited, and found it difficult to restrain himself. He feltcertain now that these two young villains were talking about his friendHerbert Randolph.

  "No accident would have happened to me, either, if he hadn't hit meunawares," protested young Mortimer, with a bit of sourness about hismanner. "I allow I could get away with him in a fair fight."

  "Oh, no, you couldn't, Mort; he is too much for you. I could see that ina minute, by the way he handled himself."

  Young Mortimer's face flushed. He didn't like the comparison.

  "Well, he won't bother me again very soon," said he, vindictively.

  "Didn't they tumble to anything crooked at the bank?" asked Peter, aftera few moments' serious thought.

  "No."

  "I don't see why. The circumstances look suspicious."

  "Well, they didn't suspect the truth."

  "You're in luck, then, that is all I have to say."

  "I shall be, you mean, when we get him out of the way."

  "He seems to be pretty well out of your way now."

  "But that won't last forever. He must be got out of New York, that'sall. Old Gunwagner will not keep him round very long, you may be sure ofthat."

  "You don't know how to shine a shoe," growled Smartweed to our youngdetective. "See the blacking you have put on the upper! Wipe it off, Isay; at once, too."

  Bob's blood boiled with indignation, and he was about to reply sharply,when he remembered that he was now acting the detective, and so he said:

  "All right, boss; I'll fix it fer yer;" and he removed the superfluousblacking with great care. There was no longer any doubt in his mindabout Herbert being a prisoner. He was satisfied that his friend was inthe clutches of old Gunwagner, and he knew from the conversation that hewas in danger of being lost forever to New York and to his friends.

  The situation was an alarming one. Bob pictured vividly the worstpossibilities of our hero's fate.

  Presently, after young Smartweed had lighted a cigarette and taken a fewpuffs, he said, absentmindedly:

  "So you are going to send him away from New York?"

  "Of course, you don't s'pose we would be very safe with him here, doyou?" replied Mortimer.

  "Safe enough, so long as he is in old Gunwagner's cell. But what is tobe done with him? Send him back to Vermont?"

  "Not much; he won't go there unless he escapes."

  "It's rough on the fellow, Mort, to run him off to sea, or to make him aprisoner in the bottom of a coal barge or canal boat. But that is whathe is likely to get from that old shark," said Peter Smartweed, meaningGunwagner.

  "Don't you get soft hearted now," replied Felix, in a hard voice.

  "I'm not soft hearted, Mort, and you know it, but I don't like thisbusiness, any way."

  "What did you go into it for, then?"

  "What do we do anything for? I thought, from what you said, that he wasa coarse young countryman. But he don't seem like it. In fact I believehe is too nice a fellow to be ruined for life."

  "Perhaps you'd better get him out then," said Mortimer, sarcastically.

  "You talk like a fool," replied Smartweed, testily.

  "So do you," retorted his com
panion, firing up; and he nursed his achingjaw as if to lend emphasis to his remarks. These explosions suddenlyended the discussion, and as soon as their shoes were polished, the twoyoung villains left the saloon. Mortimer turned up the Bowery, andSmartweed passed into a side street leading towards Broadway.

  Bob readily dropped his assumed character of bootblack, and quicklystarted in pursuit of Felix Mortimer.

  The latter went directly home, where he remained for nearly an hour. Atthe end of this time, he emerged from the house, much to the youngdetective's relief. He had waited outside all this time, patientlywatching for Felix's reappearance.

  Though cold and hungry, Bob could not afford to give up the chase longenough even to get a bit of lunch. He had made wonderful progress so farin his detective work, and he felt, as he had a right to feel, highlyelated over his discoveries.

  Now he was shadowing young Mortimer again. Down the Bowery they wenttill they came to a side street in a disreputable locality. Here theyturned towards the East River, and presently Felix Mortimer left thesidewalk and disappeared within the door of an old building.

  "So this is Gunwagner's, is it?" said Bob to himself. "At least I s'pose'tis, from what them fellers said--Gunwagner--yes, that's the name.Well, this may not be it, but I'm pretty sure it is," he continued,reasoning over the problem.

  After fixing the house and its locality securely in his mind, and afterhaving waited till he satisfied himself that Mortimer intended remainingthere for a time, he made a lively trip to City Hall Park, where hejoined young Flannery.

  "Well, Bob, have you struck anything?" said Tom, instantly, and withmuch more than a passing interest.

  "Yes; I've struck it rich--reg'lar detective style, I tell you, Tom,"said Bob, with pride and enthusiasm. And then he briefly related all hisdiscoveries.

  "Nobody could er worked the business like you, Bob," said Tom,admiringly.

  "Well, I did throw a little style into it, I think myself," repliedBob. "But," he continued, "there's no time now for talking the matterover. We've got some work to do. I've got the place located, and I wantyou to go with me now, and see what we can do."

  Within five minutes the two boys were on their way to ChristopherGunwagner's, and as they passed hurriedly along the streets they formeda hasty plan for immediate action--a plan cunningly devised foroutwitting this miserable old fence and his villainous companions.