“If I could only see him,” he thought, “I would ask him to take care of it for me.”
What was his surprise, when, on reaching the depot, the first person on whom his eyes fell was the very gentleman of whom he was thinking.
“How do you do, sir?” said Harry, politely.
“Ah, my young friend that saved the train!” said the president cordially. “I hope you haven’t spent the money you received on riotous living.”
“No. Will you take care of it for me? I don’t want to spend it, and I am afraid of losing it.”
“Well, my boy, if you really desire it, I will take the money.”
“I shall regard it as a very great favor.”
No sooner said than done. They went into the depot and Harry, counting out two hundred and fifty dollars, passed it over to the president.
He made out a brief receipt, signing it, “Thomas Conway, President of the Craven County Railroad,” and Harry pocketed it with a feeling of relief.
While he was standing in front of the depot waiting for the arrival of the eight-thirty train, Joel came up.