"What's his name?"

"I don't care to tell you, boys. He's written me a letter, saying he
will try to pay me back some day. I think he will. He isn't a bad man,
but he has been unlucky."

Mike, at the request of Mr. O'Connor, showed Rodney a locker in which he
could store such articles of clothing as he had with him. After that he
felt more at home, and as if he were staying at a hotel though an humble
one.

At eight o'clock some of the boys had already gone to bed, but Mike
and Rodney were among those who remained up. Rodney noticed with what
kindness yet fairness the superintendent managed his unruly flock.
Unruly they might have been with a different man, but he had no trouble
in keeping them within bounds.

It was at this time that two strangers were announced, one a New
York merchant named Goodnow, the other a tall, slender man with sandy
whiskers of the mutton chop pattern.

"Good evening, Mr. Goodnow," said the superintendent, who recognized the
merchant as a friend of the society.

"Good evening, Mr. O'Connor. I have brought my friend and correspondent
Mr. Mulgrave, of London, to see some of your young Arabs."

"I shall be glad to give him all the opportunity he desires."

The Englishman looked curiously at the faces of the boys who in turn