Benny's next move was to make inquiries of the police as to what streets were being repaired; and, having been furnished with a list, he waited until half-past five, and then went in search of his old friend. But Joe was not so easily found as he had imagined. He went from one street to another until his list was exhausted; but all the watch-men were strangers to him, and he began to fear that his old friend was either dead, or that failing health and strength had compelled him to retire from his occupation.
Benny now began to consider what he was to do next, for he had not the remotest idea in what part of the town Joe lived, if indeed he were still living.
At length it occurred to him that very likely the watchmen knew each other, and that if he were to inquire of one of them he might get some idea of Joe's whereabouts. With Benny to think was to act very frequently; so he walked up to an old man who was keeping watch in the street in which he then found himself, and put the question at once.
"Do you know an old man by the name of Joe Wrag?"
"Oh, ay, very well."
"Then perhaps you could tell me where I might find him."
"In course I could* If you keep down Old Hall Street for haaf a mile, you'll tumble over him, unless yer mind where yer goin'."
"Much obliged." And off Benny started with a very much lighter heart than he had five minutes before. It was a
