til the cage was within a short distance of his hand.

When the cage ceased to move he climbed into it by aid of a chair, and
curled himself up, hoping to go down into the restaurant. There was a
wire running through the cage, and supposing it to be the same he had
been previously holding, he pulled at it with both hands.

The cage began to move; but in place of going down, it began to move
upward. Dave was frightened; but before he could decide what he ought to
do, the cage had passed above the open shutter, and went on scraping
between four dark wooden walls. Up and up went the cage, until Dave felt
that he had traversed a distance far more than enough to have carried
him to the very tip of the lightning-rod on the City Hall cupola.

Suddenly he saw a thin streak of light before him, and quickly releasing
the wire, the cage moved a little further, and then came to a stop. Dave
lost no time in waiting to drum on the door, partition, or whatever it
was before him, and loudly called:

"Hello! Let me out! let me out!"

In a moment there was the sound of quick feet, a sliding shutter was
pushed aside, and such a flood of light shone into Dave's face that
before he could get the dazzle out of his eyes some one carefully lifted
him out of the cage, and stood him on his feet.

"What ever possessed you to take a ride in that carriage?" asked a
pleasant voice.

Dave shaded his eyes, and saw that he was standing before Mr. Barrington
in his private office.

"It's all that old Billy Simms's fault," said Dave, hotly, "and he ought
to be arrested. I found a paper on the pavement that said a man was
locked out on the City Hall roof, and please somebody come and open the
door for him. But when I gave it to Billy, he just locked me up in a
room, and said I was playing a trick on him, and the Governor wasn't on
the roof. Then I opened a shutter, and--"

"The Governor fastened out on the roof!" said Mr. Barrington. "I've been
waiting an hour for him to come and eat lunch with me, but this accounts
for his absence. Sit down, my little man." Then Mr. Barrington stepped
into another room, where Dave heard him send one of his law clerks to
release the Governor.

"I see you are Captain Burt's son David," said Mr. Barrington,
returning. "Simms has treated you very badly; but come--you must be
hungry, being shut up in that dark hole--sit down here at the table, and
eat some lunch. There will be plenty for the Governor."

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