With a depreciating shrug of his shoulders, Len Dardus responded: 

“But what can I do?  It will cost money to hire a lawyer, or even to bail him out.  Besides, as I said, it will be a good lesson for him.”

“But hasn’t he any money of his own?” queried the reporter.

“What do you want to know for?  Are you a lawyer?  No, sir! if you are, and have come to tell me about Bob in the hope that I will hire you, you might as well go back to your place of business.  I won’t spend a cent on him.  The lesson will do him good.”

The heartlessness of the grocer incensed Foster, and he retorted: 

“It happens that I am not a lawyer, so it isn’t any money that I am after.  I am acting simply from a desire to see the boy get fair treatment, and if I were his guardian, whether he had any money or not, I would do everything in my power to help him out of his trouble.”

“But what can I do?  There is no one to stay in the store here, and I don’t see how I could help any way.”

“You could go down to the police station and speak a word for the lad.  If you have had the care of him for so long, what you could say in regard to his honesty ought to be sufficient to cause his release.”

As he mentioned the grocer’s going to the police station, Foster thought he noticed the old man tremble, as though in fear, and what the sergeant had said about Dardus recurred to him, and while he hesitated as to whether or not he should press the point, Bob’s guardian exclaimed: 

“I can’t go now.  There is no one to look after the store.  But perhaps I can go down this evening.”

“That would be too late.  His case will come up in court this afternoon.”

“Well, if it does, the boy’ll have to take the consequences.  I always told him he shouldn’t linger over delivering his orders.  It will be a good lesson to him.”

The incessant repetition of the last words grated on Foster’s ears, and, realizing that he was only wasting time in trying to persuade the hard-hearted guardian to help his ward, he exclaimed: 

“Then you refuse to do anything to assist Bob, do you?”

“Well, I don’t know as I would put it exactly that way.  I’ll see if I can’t do something this evening.”

“Well, you may be obliged to leave your store, whether you want to or not,” retorted Foster, and with this enigmatical remark, the very suggestiveness of which caused an expression of fear to settle on the face of the grocer, the reporter turned on his heel and left the shop.

CHAPTER III

FREE AGAIN

While Bob’s champion, unknown to the boy, was interesting himself in his cause, Bob was sitting on a little iron bunk his cell contained, staring about him as though unable to comprehend the situation.

After a few minutes he heard footsteps approaching down the corridor, and then he was suddenly aroused from his reverie by a voice exclaiming: