CHAPTER XXIX.

MR. WAKEFIELD SMITH AGAIN.

"I'll hammer you for that!"

"What did he do, Dick?"

"Knocked the glue over me. You country jay, you!" howled Dick Lenning,
and, leaping up, he bore down on Jerry.

Lenning was a good deal of a bully. He was tall and strong, and evidently
he thought he could make our hero submit to his will easily.

"Take that!" he fairly hissed, and aimed a blow at Jerry's ear. The youth
dodged it and caught his arm.

"Hold on!" Jerry ejaculated. "I don't want to fight. You will only make
trouble."

"Let go!"

"Not until you promise to keep quiet."

"I'll promise nothing," stormed Lenning, and began to struggle more
excitedly than ever.

But he soon wore himself out, when Jerry got behind him and clasped hands
over his breast. The bully was about to call on his friends to assist him,
when a cry went up.

"Cheese it! Grice is coming this way."

As if by magic the boys who had gathered around ran off to their work,
leaving the bully and Jerry alone. Our hero released his opponent, and,
turning around, Lenning glared at him vindictively.

"I'll get even with you for this, see if I don't," he muttered in a hoarse
whisper.

Then he followed his friends; and Mr. Grice came up and took Jerry to
another part of the shop.

"I have changed my mind about letting you work here," he said. "I want you
to get used to the place before I put you among those other boys."

Evening found our hero a good deal worn out, not so much by the work as by
the close confinement of the bindery. How different life in the great
metropolis was to life in the green fields of the country!

After supper Jerry determined to take a walk uptown, to get the outdoor
exercise and also in hope of seeing something of the tramp who had taken
the packet. He knew that looking for the tramp in the metropolis was a
good deal like looking for a pin in a haystack, but imagined that even
that pin could be found if one looked long and sharp enough for it.

The young oarsman sauntered forth toward Broadway, and thence past the
Forty-second Street depot and up to Central Park. It was a long walk, but
he did not mind it; in fact, it seemed to do him good, for it rested his
mind.

The window displays interested Jerry not a little, and he took in
everything that came along. So the time flew quickly, until, coming to a
jeweler's window, he saw it was after ten o'clock.

"I'll have to be getting back," he said to h