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is it?" asked the man, rather abruptly.
"I heard you telling your friend that somebody wanted help. I am looking for work."
The man looked Hal over, and gave a short laugh.
"I'm afraid you ain't strong enough, my boy," he said.
"I was brought up to hard work," replied Hal, earnestly.
"Well, that makes a difference."
"If you will tell me where that place is – "
"Certainly. It is the first warehouse this side – "
The man got no further. There was a commotion on the street, and two or three rushed outside.
"Brady's place just below here is on fire!" shouted some one.
"Brady's place?" ejaculated the man. "By George! I wonder how that happened?"
He seemed to forget all about Hal, and making a rush for the door, disappeared down the street.
The youth started after him. He had eaten and paid for his meal, and he did not wish to miss the opportunity of questioning the fellow further.
On the street all was commotion. Wagons were scattering right and left to make way for the steam engines, hose carts and hook and ladder trucks which came dashing up to the spot.
Hal soon found himself surrounded by a crowd. The man had disappeared, apparently for good, and with a sigh the youth walked away, there being no signs of a fire, so far as he could see.
The youth started to cross the street. He was directly behind an elderly gentleman, and was about to pass the man when there came a warning cry:
"Get out of the way there! Here comes another engine!"
Hal looked up and saw that the engine, pulled by three fiery horses, was close at hand. He started to return to the curb. As he did so the elderly gentleman slipped and went down flat on his back.
"He'll be killed!" cried half a dozen, who saw the accident.
Hal's heart seemed to leap into his throat. The horses were not over ten feet away. A moment more and the elderly gentleman would be crushed to death.
The youth leaped forward, and caught the man by the arm. Then he gave a sudden jerk backward, and both he and the gentleman went rolling into the gutter, while the engine went thundering by.
CHAPTER II.
A BRAVE YOUTH'S REWARD
A cheer arose from the by-standers.
"Good for the boy!"
"That's what I call a genuine hero!"
"He deserves a medal."
Paying no attention to what was said, Hal assisted the elderly gentleman to his feet.
"Are you hurt, sir?" he asked kindly.
"I – I think not," was the labored reply. "That was a narrow escape, young man." The last with a gasp.
"You are right, sir. How did you happen to go down?"
"The snow made a slippery spot on the ice, I believe. My wind is almost gone."
"Wait till I brush you off," said Hal, and taking off his cap he commenced to strike off the snow and dirt from the gentleman's clothing.
"Oh, never mind that," was the comment. "Come along with me. I don't like crowds."
The gentleman caught the youth by the arm, and walked him toward Broadway.
"You did me a great service," he went on, as the two stood on the corner, opposite the post-office.
"I didn't do much," replied Hal, modestly.
"Don't you call saving my life much?" asked the man, with a smile.
"Oh, I don't mean that, sir. But any one would have done what I did."
"I'm not so sure about that. In New York it is every one for himself. What is your name?"
"Hal Carson."
"You live here, I suppose?"
"No, sir."
"Where then, if I may ask?"
"I just came to New York not over half an hour ago. I intend to stay here."
The elderly gentleman looked puzzled.
"I don't quite understand you," he said.
"I came from a small place in Pennsylvania, sir, and I intend to try my luck here."
"Ah! Are you alone?"
"Yes, sir."
"Any friends here?"
"No, sir."
"Yes, you have."
"I have?"
"Yes – myself." The elderly gentleman laughed at his little joke. "No one shall say he saved my life and I didn't appreciate it. So your name is Hal Carson. Parents living?"
"I don't know, sir." Hal blushed in spite of himself. "I was brought up at the poor-house."
"Humph! Well, you are a manly looking chap and a brave one. Have you any idea where you are going to obtain employment?"
"No, sir. I intend to hunt around until I strike something."
"You'll find that rather up-hill work, I fancy."
"I didn't expect any snap, Mr. – "
"My name is Horace Sumner. I am a broker, and have an office on Wall Street, near Broad. I am just returning from a visit to my sister, who lives in Morristown. Have you any sort of an education?"
"I can read and write, and figure pretty well, and I've read all the books I could get hold of."
"The reason I ask is because I think I may be able to help you to obtain employment. I won't offer you money as a reward – I don't believe in such things."
"I would not accept your money. But I would like work."
Horace Sumner meditated for a moment.
"Supposing you stop at my office to-morrow morning," he said.
"I will, sir. What time?"
"Ten o'clock."
"And what number, please?"
"Here is my card." Horace Sumner handed it to him. "Do you know where you are going to stop over night?"
"I shall hunt up some cheap hotel."
Mr. Sumner was about to say something to the effect that Hal could accompany him to his house and sleep in one of the rooms over the barn, but he changed his mind.
"Let the boy hoe his own row. It will do him good," he thought to himself.
Horace Sumner was a self-made man, and he knew that self reliance is one of the best traits a boy can cultivate.
"I am going over to the Third Avenue elevated now," he said. "Remember, I expect to see you at ten sharp."
"I will be on hand, sir," returned Hal.
"Then good-night."
"Good-night, Mr. Sumner, and much obliged."
Hal watched the gentleman cross City Hall Park, and then started up Broadway.
The brilliant holiday display in the show windows charmed him, and he spent fully two hours in looking at all that was to be seen.
"Who knows but what I may go to work to-morrow, and then I won't get much chance to look around," he reasoned to himself.
He was accustomed to work at the poor-house from six in the morning until eight or nine at night, and he did not know but what he would have to do more in such a bustling city as New York.
By ten o'clock Hal found himself tired out. The snow was now six inches deep and was still coming down.
He turned from Broadway through Grand Street and presently found himself well over on the east side.
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