ROBBED.
Richard was highly delighted to see his fellow passenger once again, and running up he grasped the gentleman by the shoulder.
"Mr. Joyce!"
"Why, hello! Where did you come from?" exclaimed the leather merchant, thrusting the letters into his pocket and taking hold of the boy's extended hand, "I hope you weren't hurt."
"No, sir," replied Richard, "only shaken up. I trust you were as fortunate."
"Not quite. My foot was caught under the seat and was wrenched pretty badly, so much so that I had a man take me half a mile in a wheelbarrow to a doctor's."
"I looked all over for you," continued the boy. "I saved your valise and wanted to return it."
And Richard related the particulars of his adventures.
"Humph! those railroad chaps are too particular in some cases and not half enough so in others," declared Mr. Joyce. "What is in the bag doesn't amount to much, but I'm much obliged to you for taking the trouble to save it. I'll send for it this afternoon."
"And here is your guide-book," went on Richard, handing out the volume.
"I'm thankful for the use of it. It's been a real help to me."