"Now, you young rascal, I shall take your money, and be revenged upon you at the same time." He carefully locked the door, and then, feeling that he had done all that was necessary to do at present, went downstairs, and took supper.
Andy was out, and did not see him.
Meanwhile, our young hero was out seeing the sights.

He walked up Washington Street, and at Boylston Street turned and reached Tremont Street, when he saw the Common before him.

It looked pleasant, and Andy crossed the street, and entered.

He walked wherever fancy led, and then found himself, after a while, in a comparatively secluded part.

Here he met with an adventure, which I must describe.
Rather a shabby-looking individual in front of him suddenly stooped and picked up a pocketbook, which appeared to be well filled with money.