Frank was not a quarrelsome boy, but this repeated insult was too much
for him. He seized Tom by the collar, and tripping him up left him on
the ground howling with rage. As valor was not his strong point, he
resolved to be revenged upon Frank vicariously. He was unable to report
the case to his father till the next morning, as the deacon did not
return from a neighboring village, whither he had gone on business, till
late, but the result of his communication was a call at Mr. Pomeroy's
from the deacon at nine o'clock the next morning. Had he found Frank,
it was his intention, at Tom's request, to take him at once to the
poorhouse. But he was too late. Our hero was already on his way to New
York.



CHAPTER VI

FRANK GETS A PLACE


"So this is New York," said Frank to himself, as he emerged from the
railway station and looked about him with interest and curiosity.

"Black yer boots? Shine?" asked a bootblack, seeing our hero standing
still.

Frank looked at his shoes. They were dirty, without doubt, but he would
not have felt disposed to be so extravagant, considering his limited
resources, had he not felt it necessary to obtain some information about
the city.