Part 13 (1/2)

”What is it, Toby? What's the matter?” asked the old driver, as he peered out into the darkness ahead, as if he feared some danger threatened them from that quarter. ”I don't see anything. What is it?”

”Mr. Stubbs has thrown all my money away,” cried Toby, holding up the almost empty bag, which a short time previous had been so well filled with silver.

”Stubbs--thrown--the--money--away?” repeated Ben, with a pause between each word, as if he could not understand that which he himself was saying.

[Ill.u.s.tration: MR. STUBBS AND TOBY'S MONEY]

”Yes,” sobbed Toby, as he shook out the remaining contents of the bag, ”there's only half a dollar, an' all the rest is gone.”

”The rest gone!” again repeated Ben. ”But how come the monkey to have the money?”

”He tried to get at it out in the woods, an' I s'pose the moment I got asleep he felt for it in my pockets. This is all there is left, an' he threw away some just as I woke up.”

Again Toby held the bag up where Ben could see it, and again his grief broke out anew.

Ben could say nothing; he realized the whole situation: that the monkey had got at the money-bag while Toby was sleeping; that in his play he had thrown it away piece by piece; and he knew that that small amount of silver represented liberty in the boy's eyes. He felt that there was nothing he could say which would a.s.suage Toby's grief, and he remained silent.

”Don't you s'pose we could go back an' get it?” asked the boy, after the intensity of his grief had somewhat subsided.

”No, Toby, it's gone,” replied Ben, sorrowfully. ”You couldn't find it if it was daylight, an' you don't stand a ghost of a chance now in the dark. Don't take on so, my boy. I'll see if we can't make it up to you in some way.”

Toby gave no heed to this last remark of Ben's. He hugged the monkey convulsively to his breast, as if he would seek consolation from the very one who had wrought the ruin, and, rocking himself to and fro, he said, in a voice full of tears and sorrow,

”Oh, Mr. Stubbs, why did you do it?--why did you do it? That money would have got us away from this hateful place, an' we'd gone back to Uncle Dan'l's, where we'd have been _so_ happy, you an' me. An' now it's all gone--all gone. What made you, Mr. Stubbs--what made you do such a bad, cruel thing? Oh! what made you?”

”Don't, Toby--don't take on so,” said Ben, soothingly. ”There wasn't so very much money there, after all, an' you'll soon get as much more.”

”But it won't be for a good while, an' we could have been in the good old home long before I can get so much again.”

”That's true, my boy; but you must kinder brace up, an' not give way so about it. Perhaps I can fix it so the fellers will make it up to you.

Give Stubbs a good poundin', an' perhaps that'll make you feel better.”

”That won't bring back my money, an' I don't want to whip him,” cried Toby, hugging his pet the closer because of this suggestion. ”I know what it is to get a whippin', an' I wouldn't whip a dog, much less Mr.

Stubbs, who didn't know any better.”

”Then you must try to take it like a man,” said Ben, who could think of no other plan by which the boy might soothe his feelings. ”It hain't half so bad as it might be, an' you must try to keep a stiff upper lip, even if it does seem hard at first.”

This keeping a stiff upper lip in the face of all the trouble he was having was all very well to talk about, but Toby could not reduce it to practice, or, at least, not so soon after he knew of his loss, and he continued to rock the monkey back and forth, to whisper in his ear now and then, and to cry as if his heart was breaking, for nearly an hour.

Ben tried, in his rough, honest way, to comfort him, but without success; and it was not until the boy's grief had spent itself that he would listen to any reasoning.

All this time the monkey had remained perfectly quiet, submitting to Toby's squeezing without making any effort to get away, and behaving as if he knew he had done wrong, and was trying to atone for it. He looked up into the boy's face every now and then with such a penitent expression, that Toby finally a.s.sured him of forgiveness, and begged him not to feel so badly.

CHAPTER XIII.

TOBY ATTEMPTS TO RESIGN HIS SITUATION.

At last it was possible for Toby to speak of his loss with some degree of calmness, and then he immediately began to reckon up what he could have done with the money if he had not lost it.