made a big sensation.
At first his guardian was mad about the money, and then he got worried,
and----"

"You don't mean to say that Brick ran away?" asked Jerry.

"Oh! didn't you know it?" exclaimed Tom, in surprise. "I don't suppose I
ought to have said anything about it, then. But come on. I'll take you
downtown. Mr. Glendale is at dinner now. We'll go to his office later
on."

So the two lads sallied out from the depot. What followed was like a
fleeting panorama to Jerry, but it was a very dazzling and fascinating
one.

At length, after a ride on the elevated road, they reached the City
Hall. Through narrow Nassau street they walked, and then through to
Broadway. Tom led his companion into a great stone building, many
stories high.

The rode half-way to the top in an elevator. When it stopped, they got
out and traversed a long corridor. At the further end was a glass door,
and on this Jerry read:

"FREDERICK GLENDALE,
"Law Offices."

Tom entered boldly, and Jerry followed.

The sole occupant of the front room was a young man who was bending over
a typewriter.

"Hullo, Martin," said Tom. "Mr. Glendale here?"

"No; he left town yesterday morning."

"Do you know where he went?"

"Somewhere up north, I think," replied the clerk. "It's private
business. That's all he said to me."

"Can you tell me if there has been a fellow named Raikes here to see
him this week?" Tom went on, eagerly.

"Yes; pretty nearly every day. His last visit was yesterday morning. I
think he has something to do with Mr. Glendale's journey. Can I do
anything for you, Mr. Fordham?"

"Nothing," said Tom. "Much obliged, Martin."

He beckoned to Jerry, and they left the room. They did not speak until
they were out on Broadway.

"Just a few hours too late," exclaimed Tom. "But we'll save the money
yet. Now for the telegraph office. You must send a dispatch to Kingman.
Then we'll catch the first express train to Bangor. I'm going up there
with you to help get Brick out of the scrape."

CHAPTER XXXIII.

A TREACHEROUS PLOT.

In the Rock House one day was just like another. The time dragged slowly
by. It was a period of indescribable misery and monotony to Brick and
Hamp. When they were able to forget Jerry's fate they were tormented by
fear for their own.

Nearly a week passed. Then, at sunset on a Wednesday evening, Raikes
returned. Bogle, Sparwick, and