vengeance. 

 It was desirable from every standpoint that the new place should be as near to the old one as possible. This consideration limited his choice to two buildings which he knew were vacant, and toward these he bent his steps. 

 The first place he visited had just been rented, but at the second he had better luck. He returned about four o'clock and burst into the store, flushed and jubilant. 

 "I've found it," he announced, going into the private office.  "Just what the doctor ordered. Plenty of room, a better pair of show windows than we have here, and a long-time lease for a rent that's only a trifle more than we're paying now." 

 Tyke looked up with the first sign of animation he had shown since Blake's visit. 

 "Where is it?" he asked. 

 "Just on the next block," answered Drew.  "Turner's old place." 

 "We'll go right over now an' look at it," said Tyke, rising and putting on his hat. 

 After inspecting the three floors thoroughly, Grimshaw agreed with his young manager that they were in luck to get the building. A visit to the agent followed, and before they left his office Tyke had handed over a check for the first month's rent and had a five-year lease in his pocket. 

 "A good piece of work, Allen, my boy," he said, as they parted outside the shop that night.  "I don't know what I'd do without you. But I'm mighty sorry to have to leave the old place. No other will ever seem exactly like it." 

 "Poor old Tyke," mused Drew, as he looked after the retreating figure that suddenly seemed older than he had ever seen it.  "He's hard hit." 

 In all the stir and bustle of that crowded afternoon, Drew had been conscious of a glow at his heart that was not due to mere business excitement. One name had been upon his lips, one thought had sought to monopolize him. And now that business was over for the day, he yielded utterly to the obsession of that meeting on the wharf. 

 Instead of striding uptown as usual, he turned in the other direction and went down to the Jones Lane pier, now for the most part deserted and quiet in the waning light. Here and there a watchman sat 

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