AN ACCOMPLICE FOUND
No sooner had John Wade parted from our hero than he saw approaching him a dark, sinister-looking man, whom he had known years before.
``Good-morning, Mr.Wade,'' said the newcomer.
``Good-morning, Mr.Graves.Are you busy just now?''
``No, sir; I am out of employment.I have been unfortunate.''
``Then I will give you a job.Do you see that boy?'' said John Wade, rapidly.
``Yes, I see him.''
``I want you to follow him.Find out where he lives, and let me know this evening.Do you understand?''
``I understand.You may rely upon me, sir,''
answered Nathan Graves; and quickening his pace, he soon came within a hundred feet of our hero.
After fulfilling his errand, Frank walked downtown again, but did not succeed in obtaining any further employment.Wherever he went, he was followed by Graves.Unconsciously, he exhausted the patience of that gentleman, who got heartily tired of his tramp about the streets.But the longest day will come to an end, and at last he had the satisfaction of tracking Frank to his humble lodging.Then, and not till then, he felt justified in leaving him.
Nathan Graves sought the residence of John Wade.
He rang the bell as the clock struck eight.
``Well, what success?'' asked Wade, when they met.
``I have tracked the boy.What more can I do for you?'' asked Graves.
``I want to get him away from the city.The fact is--I may as well tell you--my uncle has taken a great fancy to the boy, and might be induced to adopt him, and cut me off from my rightful inheritance.
The boy is an artful young rascal, and has been doing all he could to get into the good graces of my uncle, who is old and weak-minded.''
It was nine o'clock when Nathan Graves left the house, John Wade himself accompanying him to the door.
``How soon do you think you can carry out my instructions?'' asked Wade.
``To-morrow, if possible.''
``The sooner the better.''
``It is lucky I fell in with him,'' said Nathan Graves to himself, with satisfaction, as he slowly walked down Fifth Avenue.``It's a queer business, but that's none of my business.The main thing for me to consider is that it brings money to my purse, and of that I have need enough.''
Graves left the house richer by a hundred dollars than he entered it.
It was eleven o'clock on the forenoon of the next day when Frank walked up Canal Street toward Broadway.He had been down to the wharves since early in the morning, seeking for employment.He had offered his services to many, but as yet had been unable to secure a job.
As he was walking along a man addressed him:
``Will you be kind enough to direct me to Broadway?''
It was Nathan Graves, with whom Frank was destined to have some unpleasant experiences.
``Straight ahead,'' answered Frank.``I am going there, and will show you, if you like.''
``Thank you, I wish you would.I live only fifteen or twenty miles distant,'' said Graves, ``but I don't often come to the city, and am not much acquainted.
I keep a dry-goods store, but my partner generally comes here to buy goods.By the way, perhaps you can help me about the errand that calls me here today.''
