Grant went to bed about nine o’clock, for he was tired out, and he was soon asleep.
Usually he did not wake up at all till morning, but it so happened that this night he waked up about eleven, and saw Mr. Tarbox rummaging in the pocket of his pantaloons.
He hardly knew whether to feel amused or indignant.
“What are you doing here, Mr. Tarbox?” he demanded in a voice which he made purposely loud.
CHAPTER VII.
GRANT MAKES UP HIS MIND.
Mr. Tarbox had not bargained for Grant’s being awake, and he had the grace to look ashamed, but he put a bold face on it.
“I’ve come for the rest of the money you got for stoppin’ the train,” he said.
“What right have you to it, Mr. Tarbox,” said Grant, more amused than surprised. “It was given to me.”
“Mebbe it was, but you stopped the train in my time, and I’d ought to have half the money.”
“You can’t have it, Mr. Tarbox.”