But he got drawn out in the current."
"Where did you see him first?"
"By the Ninth Street bridge."
"Did you hail him?"
"He saw my light and hailed me. I was making fast to a coal barge
after one of my ropes had busted."
"You threw the line to him there?"
"No, sir. He tried to work in to shore. I ran along River Avenue to
below the Sixth Street bridge. He got pretty close in there and I
threw him a rope. He was about done up."
"Would you know him again?"
"Yes, sir. He gave me five dollars, and said to say nothing about it.
He didn't want anybody to know he had been such a fool."
They took him quietly up stairs then and let him look through the
periscope. _He identified Mr. Ladley absolutely_.
When Tim and Mr. Graves had gone, Mr. Holcombe and I were left alone
in the kitchen. Mr. Holcombe leaned over and patted Peter as he lay in
his basket.
"We've got him, old boy," he said. "The chain is just about complete.
He'll never kick you again."
But Mr. Holcombe was wrong, not about kicking Peter,--although I don't
believe Mr.
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