y earlier than they had
intended.

"Dot poy!" exclaimed the broad and bearded German. "He find us not
here ven he come. You pe goot to dot poy, Mr. Keifelheimer."

"So!" said the hotel proprietor, and at once three other voices chimed
in with good-bye messages to Jack Ogden. Mr. Keifelheimer responded:

"I see to him. He will come to Vashington to see you. So!"

Then they entered the carriage, and away they went.

After walking for a few blocks, Jack found that he did not know exactly
where he was. But suddenly he exclaimed:

"Why, if there isn't City Hall Square! I've come all the way down
Broadway."

He had stared at building after building for a time without thinking
much about them, and then he had begun to read the signs.

"I'll come down this way again to-morrow," he said. "It's good there
are so many places to work in. I wish I knew exactly what I would like
to do, and which of them it is best to go to. I know! I can do as I
did in Crofield. I can try one for a while, and then, if I don't like
it, I can try another. It is lucky that I know how to do 'most
anything."

The confident smile had come back. He had entirely recovered from the
shock of his eighty-cent expenditure. He had not met many people, all
the way down, and the stores were shut; but for that very reason he had
bad more time to study the signs.

"Very nearly every kind of business is done on Broadway," he said,
"except groceries and hardware,--but they sell more clothing than
anything else. I'll look round everywhere before I settle down; but I
must look out not to spend too much money till I begin to make some."

"It's not far now," he said, a little while after, "to the lower end of
the city and to the Battery. I'll take a look at the Battery before I
go back to the Hotel Dantzic."

Taller and more majestic grew the buildings as he went on, but he was
not now so dazed and confused as he had been in the morning.

"Here is Trinity Church, again," he said. "I remember about that. And
that's Wall Street. I'll see that as I come back; but now I'll go
right along and see the Battery. Of course there isn't any battery
there, but Mr. Guilderaufenberg said that from it I could see the fort
on Governor's Island."

Jack did not see much of the Battery, for he followed the left-hand
sidewalk at the Bowling Green, where Broadway turns into Whitehall
Street. He had so long been staring at great buildings whose very
heig