“Thunder!” exclaimed that young gentleman. “Well, you was lucky. No such luck for me!”
“It is well you have told me,” said John Fox; “not but I knew before. I met one of the passengers to-day, and he gave me an idea how much it was. You will please hand it over to me, and I will take care of it.”
“I shall not be able to comply with your request, Mr. Fox,” said Harry. “I have not the money with me.”
“I don’t believe it. You had it this morning. And Joel has been with you ever since; so you haven’t had time to hide it.”
“So that was the reason you favored me with your company, Joel,” said Harry, with a glance at his guardian’s son.
“All you’ve got to do is to hand over that money now, Harry Vane. Mind, I intend to have it.”
“I assure you, Mr. Fox, that I haven’t the money with me.”
“Where is it, then?” asked Mr. Fox, incredulous.
“I have put it into the hands of a gentleman in whom I have confidence, who will take care of it for me.”
“What’s the man’s name?” demanded John Fox.