Part 6 (1/2)

”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 of our future arrangements. I have considerable to do on my twenty acres of 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 your board, and fifty cents extra for your was.h.i.+ng--that would go to Mrs. 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 take off three dollars, making the charge to you only two dollars and seventy-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 for any such trifle, but he did not care to announce his determination yet.

”I will pay full price for a week, Mr. Fox,” he said, ”and during that time 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 of freedom.”

”By the way, Harry, don't you think you had better give me your money to 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 the place where he had left the greater part of his treasure. It was possible that he had been seen hiding it, and he thought on the whole it would be better to find another place of concealment.

”Joel,” said his mother, ”follow Harry, and see where he goes. He may be 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 or stealthy 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 was following 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 the elevation, and could see what Harry was doing. He saw our hero digging at a particular spot, and concluded that he was going to hide the fifteen dollars there. What was his surprise and delight when he saw him dig up and expose to view a large roll of bills.

”Oh, cracky!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Joel, ”there must be a hundred dollars in that roll of bills. Wouldn't dad open his eyes if he saw it?”