CHAPTER XXXIII. THE REWARD OF FIDELITY
"Where am I?" asked Harry, the next morning, as he sat up in bed andstared around him.
"Don't you remember?" asked Jeff, smiling.
Jeff was standing by the bedside, already dressed.
"Yes; I remember now," said Harry, slowly. "What time is it?"
"Seven o'clock."
"Seven o'clock! I meant to be dressed at six."
"That is the time I got up," said Jeff.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked so comfortable that I thought it was a pity to wake you. Youmust have felt tired."
"I think it was the cold that made me sleepy. I got chilled throughwhen I lay on the ground there, tied hand and foot. But I must get up inhurry now."
He jumped out of bed, and hurried on his clothes.
"Now," said Jeff, "come down into the kitchen, and mother'll give yousome breakfast."
"I am giving you a great deal of trouble, I am afraid," said Harry.
"No, you're not. It's no trouble at all. The rest of the family haveeaten breakfast, but I waited for you. I've been up an hour, and feel ashungry as a wolf. So come down, and we'll see who'll eat the most."
"I can do my part," said Harry. "I've got a good appetite, though I'vebeen up a food deal less than an hour."
"Take your overcoat alone," said Jeff; "or will you come up and getafter breakfast?"
"I'll take it down with me. It isn't my coat, you know. Mine was a muchbetter one. I wish I had it back."
Jeff, meanwhile, had taken up the coat.
"There's something in the pocket," he said. "What is it?"
"I didn't put anything in."
Harry thrust his hand into the side pocket for the first time, and drewout a shabby leather wallet.
"Perhaps there's money in it," Jeff suggested.
The same thought had occurred to Harry. He hastily opened it, and hiseyes opened wide with astonishment as he drew out a thick roll of bills.
"By hokey!" said Jeff, "you're in luck. The robber took your pocketbook,and left his own. Maybe there's as much as you lost. Count it."
This Harry eagerly proceeded to do.
"Three--eight--eleven--thirteen--twenty," he repeated, aloud. Hecontinued his count, which resulted in showing that the wallet containedninety-seven dollars.
"Ninety-seven dollars!" exclaimed Jeff. "How much did you lose?"
"Forty dollars."
"Then you've made just fifty-seven dollars. Bully for you!"
"But I've exchanged a good overcoat for a poor one."
"There can't be more than seventeen dollars difference."
"Not so much."
"Then you're forty dollars better off, at any rate."
"But I don't know as I can claim this money," said Harry, doubtfully."It isn't mine."
"He won't be likely to call for it. When he does, and returns you themoney and the coat, it will be time to think about it."
"I will ask Professor Henderson about that. At any rate I've got mymoney back, that's one good thing."
This timely discovery made Harry decidedly cheerful, and, if anything,sharpened his appetite for breakfast.
Now Mr. Selden had gone out to oversee some farm work; but Mrs. Seldenreceived out hero very kindly, and made him feel that he was heartilywelcome to that she could offer. She had many questions to ask about thebold robber who had waylaid him, and expressed the hope that he had leftthe neighborhood.
"Perhaps he'll come back for his wallet, Harry," said Jeff. "You'dbetter look out for him."
"I shall take care how I carry much money about with me, after this,"said Harry. "That was what got me into a scrape yesterday."
"He wouldn't make out much if he tried to rob me," said Jeff. "I haven'tgot money enough about me to pay the board of a full-grown fly fortwenty-four hours."
"You don't look as if your poverty troubled you much," said his mother.
"I don't have any board bills to pay," said Jeff, "so I can get along."
"I should think you would feel nervous about riding to Pentlandalone," said Mrs. Selden, "for fear of meeting the man who robbed youyesterday."
"I do dread it a little," said Harry, "having so much money about me.Besides this ninety-seven dollars, I've got a hundred and fifty dollarsbelonging to my employer."
"Suppose I go with you to protect you," said Jeff.
"I wish you would."
"I don't think Jefferson would make a very efficient protector," saidhis mother.
"You don't know how brave I am, mother," said Jeff, in the tone of aninjured hero.
"No, I don't," said his mother, smiling. "I believe there was a timewhen you were not very heroic in the company of dogs."
"That's long ago, mother. I've got over it now."
"If you would like to ride over with your friend, you may do so. But howwill you get back?"
"Major Pinkham will be up there this afternoon. I can wait, and ridehome with him."
"Very well; I have no objection."
The two boys rode off together. Harry was glad to have a companion whoknew the road well, for he did not care to be lost again till he haddelivered up the money which he had in charge. There was no opportunityto test Jeff's courage, for the highwayman did not make his appearance.Indeed, it was not till the next morning that he discovered the seriousblunder he had made in leaving his own wallet behind, and, though he wasangry and disgusted, prudential considerations prevented his goingback. He was forced to the unpleasant conviction that he had overreachedhimself, and that his intended victim had come out best in the"exchange" which "was no robbery." I may as well add here that, thoughhe deserved to be caught, he was not, and Harry has never, to this day,set eyes either upon him or upon the coat.
When Harry arrived at Pentland, he found that no little anxiety had beenfelt about him.
"Has Harry come yet?" asked the sick man, at ten o'clock the eveningprevious.
"No, he hasn't," answered the nurse.
"It's strange what keeps him."
"Did he have any money of yours with him?"
"Yes, I believe he had."
"Oh!" ejaculated Mrs. Chase, significantly.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I didn't say anything, did I?"
"I am afraid he may have been attacked and robbed on the road."
Mrs. Chase coughed.
"Don't you think so?"
"I'll tell you what I think, professor," said the nurse, proceedingto speak plainly, "I don't think you'll ever see anything of that boyag'in."
"Why not?"
"It ain't safe to trust boys with money," she answered, sententiously.
"Oh, I'm not afraid of his honesty."
"You don't say! Maybe you haven't seen as much of boys as I have."
"I was once a boy myself," said the professor, smiling.
"Oh, you--that's different."
"Why is it different? I wasn't any better than boys generally."
"I don't know anything about that; but you mark my words--as like as nothe's run away with your money. How much did he have?"
"I can't say exactly. Over a hundred dollars, I believe."
"Then he won't come back," said Mrs. Chase, decidedly.
Here the conference closed, as it was necessary for Mr. Henderson totake medicine.
"Has the boy returned?" asked the professor, the next morning.
"You don't expect him--do you?"
"Certainly I expect him."
"Well, he ain't come, and I guess he won't come."
"I am sure that boy is honest," said Professor Henderson to himself. "Ifhe isn't, I'll never trust a boy again."
Mrs. Chase was going downstairs with her patient's breakfast dishes,when she was nearly run into by our hero, who had just returned, and waseager to report to his employer.
"Do be keerful," she expostulated, when, to her surprise, she recognizedHarry.
So he had come back, after all, and falsified her predicti
on. Such ishuman nature, that for an instant she was disappointed.
"Here's pretty work," she said, "stayin' out all night, and worryin' theprofessor out of his wits."
"I couldn't help it, Mrs. Chase."
"Why couldn't you help it, I'd like to know?"
"I'll tell you afterwards. I must go up now, and see the professor."
Mrs. Chase was so curious that she returned, with the dishes, to hearHarry's statement.
"Good morning," said Harry, entering the chamber.
"I'm sorry to have been so long away, but I couldn't help it. I hope youhaven't worried much about my absence."
"I knew you would come back, but Mrs. Chase had her doubts," saidProfessor Henderson, pleasantly. "Now tell me what it was that detainedyou?"
"A highwayman," said Harry.
"A highwayman!" exclaimed both in concert.
"Yes, I'll tell you all about it. But first, I'll say that he stole onlymy money, and didn't suspect that I had a hundred and fifty dollars ofyours with me. That's all safe. Here it is. I think you had better takecare of that yourself, sir, hereafter."
The professor glanced significantly at Mr. Chase, as much as to say,"You see how unjust your suspicions were. I am right, after all."
"Tell us all about it, Harry."
Our hero obeyed instructions; but it is not necessary to repeat afamiliar tale.
"Massy sakes!" ejaculated Betsy Chase. "Who ever heerd the like?"
"I congratulate you, Harry, on coming off with such flying colors. Iwill, at my own expense, provide you with a new overcoat, as a rewardfor bringing home my money safe. You shall not lose anything by yourfidelity."