"In Fenton. Reuben has a queer little old home of his own there."
"Has he a wife?" Dick asked.
"She died fifteen years ago."
"Are there any children to look after Mr. Hinman?" Darry asked.
"He has children, but—-well, they don't live with him," replied
Dr. Haynes, as though not caring to discuss the subject.
Then the physician went to work over the peddler, who presently opened his eyes.
"Drink some of this," ordered the physician. "Now, you begin to feel better, don't you, Reuben?"
"Yes; and I've got to get up right away and see what I can do about getting back my money," cried the peddler.
"Don't try to get up just yet," ordered Dr. Haynes.
"If your money is worrying you, Mr. Hinman, I have it," Dick broke in, showing the sack.