Dean Dunham; Or, the Waterford Mystery

by Jr. Horatio Alger

"Robbed! Has he lost the thousand dollars?" exclaimed Mrs. Dunham in a trembling voice.

"Did he really have a thousand dollars?" said Dean. "I thought he might be under a delusion."

"Then he says he has lost it?"

"Yes."

"Heaven help us to bear this terrible blow!" ejaculated Mrs. Dunham, sinking into a chair. "I wish he had taken you with him."

"I wish so, too. I don't believe one robber would have been a match for us both."

Here Adin Dunham entered the house. He looked ten years older than when he left it in the morning, and there was a vacant look in the eyes.

"Wife!" he said feebly, "it's all gone! Some villain has robbed me of the thousand dollars."

"But you, Adin, were you hurt? You look sick."