murmur went the rounds, and they quickly hunched together with lowering- brows and suspicious looks.
"I want to have a word with you fellows," said Ralph bluntly.
They were six to one, and here was a golden opportunity to avenge the ignominious defeat they had sustained. Ralph's off-hand bearing, however, his clear eye and manly tones, impressed them, and perhaps, too, they had a wholesome fear that his giant-fisted champion, Van, might be lurking in the vicinity.
No one spoke, and Ralph resumed.
"See here, boys, this is business. I want to find Ike Slump, and it's for his own good. He's likely to get into trouble if he doesn't see his father very soon, and it will be the police, not me, next visit. His mother's sick, boys, sick abed, and heart-broken over his absence. Come, fellows, tell me where he is."
"You're pretty fresh!" spoke out one of the crowd. "What are you after? a bluff, or a give-away?"
"If you mean I am misrepresenting Ike's danger, or that I have any unfriendly feeling towards him," said Ralph, "you are entirely wrong. I'm trying to help him, for the sake of his poor mother and others—not hurt him."
