"I'm sorry, Bo, for it is a great drawback to travel where one is subject to fits as I am. It seems to bring them on. And it is not kind of you to laugh at my affliction, either, Bosephus," he added, for Bo had dropped down on the deck, where he was rolling and holding his sides.
HE STUFFED HIS PAWS INTO HIS EARS.
All at once the boy lay perfectly still. Then he sprang up with every bit of laugh gone out of his face. His left hand grasped the outside of his jacket, while with his right hand he dived down into the inside pocket like mad. The Bear watched him anxiously.
"What is it, Bo? Have you got one, too?" he asked.
"Horatio!" gasped the boy. "Our money! It's gone!"
"Gone! Gone! Where?"
"Stolen. Some of those niggers did it while we were asleep!"
The Bear reflected a moment. Then he said thoughtfully:—
"Do you suppose, Bo, it was that nice fat one?"