Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 124: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 115 his young companion, and the latter’s sagacity was at once indorsed. ‘‘ By George, that must be the youngster now !” exclaimed the stranger; then, putting a fat forefinger under Jack’s chin, he lifted up his face and asked bluntly : ‘‘Say, bub, is your name Jack Bradford ?” ‘‘ Of course it is, and you're Uncle John,” cried the delighted boy. ‘‘I knew you could tell me if you saw me lugging the bag.” ‘‘ Bless my stars, you're as bright as your father was afore you, poor man. But how did you get up here without my seein’ you, I’d like to know, when I went down to the ferry an’ acrost to the other side to meet you?” And this was how the uncle and nephew came to miss one another, Mr. Bradford having taken the time of reaching New York for the hour of arrival in Jersey City, and the two had doubtless passed one another in the middle of the Hudson River. ‘*T’m mortal much obliged to you, young man, for bringin’ this youngster safe up here,” said Mr. Bradford, touching his hat to Guy. ** Oh, it’s a lucky thing for me I did,” rejoined Guy, as he shook hands with Jack, and then insisted on doing the same with the uncle. ‘‘I hope you'll let me come and see you sometimes,” he added. ‘*T don’t want to lose track of my mascot, for such Jack here has proved to be to-night.” Now neither Jack nor his uncle had the slightest idea of what a mascot was, but as Guy’s tone implied that it was something very nice, they felt compli- mented accordingly, and Mr. Bradford declared that Gomicboo cS) (E(o) mn =