“I’ve attended to that already, Mr. Winter.”
Soon after breakfast the buggy came around to the door and Ben and his stepfather got in, the latter carrying the keg with its important contents.
They reached the next town, only five miles away, and drove at once to the savings bank.
“I don’t know as the bank is safe,” said Jacob Winter, “but it’s better to have my money here than where robbers can get at it.”
“I agree with you, Mr. Winter.”
The money was handed to the receiving teller of the savings bank, and Jacob received a bank book, which he put into his pocket with a sigh of relief. In the bank Ben picked up a copy of a Boston daily paper, and read the following paragraph:
The low price of tickets to New York since the last cut of the steamboat lines has greatly increased the volume of travel. There are few who cannot afford the journey, now that the fare has been reduced to one dollar.
“Only one dollar to New York!” thought Ben. “Now is my time to go, if ever!”