he saw, connected with rooms for servants' uses and with a labyrinth of passages and stairs. A very old colored man, dressed in a dark green suit with peculiarly obvious buttons, came to one of the doors at which the boy had knocked, listened to something said to him by the boy, and looked inquiringly at Peewee.
"You ah shuah," the old man asked quaveringly, "dat dis am de right boy?"
The boy answered something which Peewee could not hear. The old man, leaving the door open, shuffled back into the room and got some money and gave it to the boy.
Peewee darted toward the door, but he had not got half way across the hall when he felt the boy clutch him from behind. He at once stood still; there was no hope in struggling with the larger boy. He allowed his captor to lead him back to the old man, who put him into the room and turned the key upon him.
He panted as he clung for support against the door; he had forgotten he was hungry. He was caught, he felt certain, by his father. The trembling in his legs appeared to denote that he
