“You hadn’t no claim on the money if you are his guardeen. A collection was took up by the passengers, and given to the boy, and he thought I ought to have pay for use of the tablecloth, so he gave me a ten-dollar bill—and a little gentleman he is, too.”
“A collection taken up for my ward?” repeated Fox, pricking up his ears. “Well, well! that is news.”
John Fox was already on his way back to the road. He was anxious to find his ward.
CHAPTER III
HARRY DISAGREES WITH HIS GUARDIAN
Harry and his guardian met at the dinner table. Mrs. Fox had provided a boiled dinner, to which Harry was ready to do justice.
Mr. Fox seemed unusually pleasant.
“I find, Harry,” he said, clearing his throat, “that you have already been distinguishing yourself.”
“Then you heard of the narrow escape of the train?” said Harry.