While he was standing in front of the depot waiting for the arrival of
the 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 Harry
sharply. "I'd make a journey out West. Say, Harry, did you ever have a
hundred 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."
CHAPTER V
MR. FOX LEARNS HARRY'S SECRET
Harry had acted none too soon. It happened that his secret had been
discovered not only by Joel, but by Joel's father, that very morning.
About ten o'clock Mr. Fox had occasion to go to the village. In the
post office he met an acquaintance from a neighboring town, with whom
he passed the usual compliments.
"By the way, Fox," said his friend, "I had a narrow escape the other
day."
"What was it, Pearson?"
"Came near being smashed up on the railroad.
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