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  CHAPTER IV

  MRS. FOX COMES TO GRIEF

  Harry confidently anticipated a second visit to his chamber.

  He was rather surprised when the door was again opened, and Mrs. Foxentered. Opening his eyes a little way, he saw her, after a briefglance at the bed, go to the chair containing his pantaloons, and putback the deceptive wallet. She was about to prosecute a furthersearch, when Harry decided that matters had gone far enough. He didnot fancy their night visits, and meant to stop them if he could.

  Chance favored his design. A puff of air from the door, which Mrs. Foxhad left wide open, extinguished the candle, and left the room, asthere was no moon, in profound darkness.

  "Drat the candle!" he heard Mrs. Fox say.

  Then a mischievous idea came to Harry. In his native village lived aman who had passed a considerable time in the wild region beyond theMissouri River, and had mingled familiarly with the Indians. From himHarry had learned how to imitate the Indian warwhoop.

  "I'll scare the old lady," thought Harry, smiling to himself.

  Immediately there rang out from the bed, in the darkness and silence,a terrific warwhoop, given in Harry's most effective style.

  Mrs. Fox was not a nervous woman ordinarily, but she was undeniablyfrightened at the unexpected sound.

  "Heavens and earth, what's that?" she ejaculated, and dropping ourhero's clothes, retreated in disorder, almost stumbling downstairs inher precipitate flight. Dashing into the chamber where Mr. Fox waswaiting for her, she sank into a chair, gasping for breath.

  "Good gracious, Maria, what's the matter?" exclaimed her husband,gazing at her in astonishment.

  "I--don't--know," she gasped.

  "You look as if you had seen a ghost."

  "I haven't seen anything," said his wife, recovering her breath, "butI've heard something terrible. It's my belief the attic is haunted. Iwent upstairs and put back the wallet, and was looking to see if Icould find another, when all at once the candle went out, and aterrible noise shook the chamber."

  "What was it like, Mrs. F.?"

  "I can't tell you. I never heard anything like it before. All I knowis, I wouldn't go up there again tonight for anything."

  "Did the boy sleep through it all?"

  "How can I tell? The candle was out."

  "Perhaps he blew it out."

  "Perhaps you're a fool Mr. Fox. It wasn't near the bed, and he wasfast asleep, for I looked at him. It made me think of--of Peter," andMrs. Fox shuddered.

  Peter had been taken from the poorhouse three years ago by Mr. Fox,and apprenticed to him by the town authorities. According to popularreport he had been cruelly treated and insufficiently fed, until hewas taken sick and had died in the very bedroom where Mrs. Fox hadbeen so frightened. This may explain how it was that a woman sostrong-minded had had her nerves so easily upset.

  "We won't talk of Peter," said Mr. Fox, shortly, for to him, also, thesubject was an unpleasant one. "I suppose you didn't find anotherwallet?"

  "No, I didn't. You can order the boy to give it up to-morrow. The bestthing to do now is to go to bed and rest."

  The breakfast hour at the house of Mr. Fox was half past six. Harrywas called at six, and was punctual at the table. Mr. Fox cast asuspicious glance at his ward, but the boy looked so perfectlyunconcerned, that he acquitted him of any knowledge of the nightvisit.

  "How did you sleep, Harry?" asked Mrs. Fox.

  "Soundly, thank you," answered Harry, politely.

  "You didn't hear any--strange noises, then?"

  "No."

  "Now, Harry," said Mr. Fox, after breakfast, "we may as well speak ofour future arrangements. I have considerable to do on my twenty acresof land, and I can give you work here."

  "What compensation do you offer, sir?"

  "As a boarder I should have to charge you five dollars a week for yourboard, and fifty cents extra for your washing--that would go toMrs. Fox; as well as pay twenty-five cents a week for your mending.That also would go to my wife. Now, if you work for me, I will takeoff three dollars, making the charge to you only two dollars andseventy-five cents per week."

  "Don't you think, Mr. Fox, that is rather low pay for my services?"

  "I might say two dollars and a quarter," said Mr. Fox, deliberating.

  Harry smiled to himself. He had not the slightest idea of working forany such trifle, but he did not care to announce his determinationyet.

  "I will pay full price for a week, Mr. Fox," he said, "and during thattime I will consider your offer."

  "I may not offer you as favorable terms a week from now," said Fox,who wanted to get his ward to work at once.

  "I will take my chance of it, sir. I prefer to have a few days offreedom."

  "By the way, Harry, don't you think you had better give me your moneyto keep? You might lose it."

  "You are very kind, Mr. Fox; but I am not afraid of losing it."

  After breakfast Harry went to walk. His steps naturally tended to theplace where he had left the greater part of his treasure. It waspossible that he had been seen hiding it, and he thought on the wholeit would be better to find another place of concealment.

  "Joel," said his mother, "follow Harry, and see where he goes. He maybe goin' to hide his money. But don't let him see you."

  "All right, mam; I'll do it. I wish I had followed him yesterday."

  A position as detective would have suited Joel. Whatever was secret orstealthy had a charm for him.

  In the present instance he managed to shadow Harry very successfully.The task was made easier, because our hero had no idea that anyone wasfollowing him.

  "So he's goin' to the railroad," said Joel, to himself

  Arrived at the railroad track, Harry's course diverged to the hillock,at the top of which he had concealed his treasure.

  Joel posted himself at a point where he had a good view of theelevation, and could see what Harry was doing. He saw our hero diggingat a particular spot, and concluded that he was going to hide thefifteen dollars there. What was his surprise and delight when he sawhim dig up and expose to view a large roll of bills.

  "Oh, cracky!" ejaculated Joel, "there must be a hundred dollars inthat roll of bills. Wouldn't dad open his eyes if he saw it?"

  Unconscious of observation, Harry held the money in his hand anddeliberated. Then he put it in his pocket, resolved to think over athis leisure its ultimate place of deposit.

  Now, unfortunately for Joel, just at this moment he slipped from hisperch on the branch of a small tree, and for about half a minute whatHarry did was concealed from him. He clambered into the tree again,but only to see Harry filling up the hole again.

  He didn't want Harry to catch sight of him when he descended from thehill, and accordingly scuttled away sufficiently far to escapesuspicion, yet not too far to entirely lose sight of Harry'smovements.

  Five minutes later Harry descended from the hill, and bent his stepstoward that part of the railway where the accident had occurred. Joel,who had hastened away in a different direction, went back to the hillas soon as he thought it would be safe, and eagerly ascended it. Hefound without difficulty the spot where Harry had been digging. Withthe help of a fragment of wood which he had picked up below, he inturn began to dig--his eyes glistening with expectation and cupidity.

  He kept digging, but gradually became anxious, as the expectedtreasure did not show itself.

  "I'm sure I have dug deep enough," he said to himself.

  "He must have took the money when I fell from the tree," thought Joel,crestfallen. "He's served me a mean trick. Won't I tell dad, though,and get him into trouble? Oh, no!"

  Meanwhile Harry, not knowing how narrowly he had escaped being robbed,pursued his way to the railway.

  "If I were only in my old home," he thought, "I would ask Mr. Howardto take care of it for me. Then I should know it was all right."

  He thought of the president of the railroad, to whom he wasprincipally indebted for the money.

  "If I could only see
him," he thought, "I would ask him to take careof it for me."

  What was his surprise, when, on reaching the depot, the first personon whom his eyes fell was the very gentleman of whom he was thinking.

  "How do you do, sir?" said Harry, politely.

  "Ah, my young friend that saved the train!" said the presidentcordially. "I hope you haven't spent the money you received on riotousliving."

  "No. Will you take care of it for me? I don't want to spend it, and Iam afraid of losing it."

  "Well, my boy, if you really desire it, I will take the money."

  "I shall regard it as a very great favor."

  No sooner said than done. They went into the depot and Harry, countingout two hundred and fifty dollars, passed it over to the president.

  He made out a brief receipt, signing it, "Thomas Conway, President ofthe Craven County Railroad," and Harry pocketed it with a feeling ofrelief.

  While he was standing in front of the depot waiting for the arrival ofthe eight-thirty train, Joel came up.

  "Goin' a-travelin'?" asked Joel, with a grin.

  "Not this morning."

  "I wish I had a hundred dollars!" continued Joel, surveying Harrysharply. "I'd make a journey out West. Say, Harry, did you ever have ahundred dollars in your pocket?"

  "Yes."

  "Maybe you've got it now?"

  "Where should I get it?" demanded Harry.

  "I do'no. Jest empty your pockets, and le'me see how much you've got."

  "Thank you; I don't see any use in it," said Harry.

  "You dassent!"

  "Very well! Call it that."

  "Joel's been spying on me. He must have seen me on the hill,"concluded Harry. "It's well I gave most of my money to Mr. Conway."