Mr. Fox walked thoughtfully away. He was considering how he should get hold of his ward’s money. It was not a question easy to answer. Evidently Harry was a boy who kept his own counsel, and knew how to take care of himself.
“Joel seems to have a great partiality for my society,” thought Harry, when, after dinner, his guardian’s son continued to follow him about.
Our hero would have been quite willing to dispense with Joel’s companionship, but, being good-natured, he did not feel like dismissing him, as he would have done had he suspected that the boy was acting as a spy upon him, at his father’s request.
Mr. Fox said very little to his ward at the table, but Harry felt that he was eyeing him intently.
After supper Harry was about to leave the room when Mr. Fox stopped him.
“Wait a moment, young man,” he said, in a commanding tone.
“Very well, sir,” returned Harry, quietly.
“How much money did the passengers give you?”
“Almost three hundred dollars,” answered Harry, composedly.
“Did you ever hear the like?” exclaimed Mrs. Fox, in amazement. “If it had only been Joel.”