of money. Tembarom rather lost his breath as he saw the number on two
five-hundred-dollar bills, and of several hundreds, besides twenties,
tens, and fives.

"Take it--keep it," he said. "It will pay."

"Hully gee!" cried Tembarom, aghast. "Don't go giving away your whole
pile to the first fellow you meet. I don't want it."

"Take it." The stranger put his hand on his shoulder, the abject look
in his eyes harrowingly like the starved dog's again.

"There's something all right about you. You'll help me."

"If I don't take it for you, some one will knock you upon the head
for it." Tembarom hesitated, but the next instant he stuffed it all
in his pocket, incited thereto by the sound of a whizzing roar.

"There's the 'L' coming," he cried; "run for all you're worth." And
they fled up the street and up the steps, and caught it without a
second to spare.




CHAPTER V


At about the time Tembarom made his rush to catch the "L" Joseph
Hutchinson was passing through one of his periodical fits of