Take some one with you, if you can't do it alone.

Bring him back here, quick!" It was nearly midnight when the clerk fruitlessly returned.

It was the fierce high noon of "steamer nights"; light flashed brilliantly from shops, counting-houses, drinking-saloons, and gambling-hells.

The streets were yet full of eager, hurrying feet--swift of fortune, ambition, pleasure, or crime.

But from among these deeper harsher footfalls the echo of the homeless boy's light, innocent tread seemed to have died out forever..