"And the Central Park?"

"Yes, sir. I know my way all round."

The gentleman looked thoughtful.

"I don't know what to say, Frank," he remarked after a while. "It is
rather a novel proposal. He isn't exactly the sort of guide I would
have picked out for you. Still he looks honest. He has an open face,
and I think can be depended upon."

"I wish he wasn't so ragged and dirty," said Frank, who felt a
little shy about being seen with such a companion.

"I'm afraid you haven't washed your face this morning," said Mr.
Whitney, for that was the gentleman's name.

"They didn't have no wash-bowls at the hotel where I stopped," said
Dick.

"What hotel did you stop at?"

"The Box Hotel."

"The Box Hotel?"

"Yes, sir, I slept in a box on Spruce Street."

Frank surveyed Dick curiously.