“I can wait till morning,” he reflected. “I don’t think I shall be here twenty hours hence, but I mean to get a good night’s sleep. It will be time enough to decide in the morning what I will do.”
So, in spite of his imprisonment, Harry enjoyed a comfortable night’s sleep, and was awakened in the morning by hearing his door opened.
Mr. Fox entered, and sat down on a chair by the bed.
“Good-morning, sir,” said Harry, composedly.
“What I want to know is, have you made up your mind to do as I told you last night?”
“I prefer to keep it in my possession.”
“I guess I’ll have to keep you here a little longer.”
“Then be kind enough to send me up some breakfast. I am paying my board. I shall object to paying unless I get my meals regularly.”
This consideration weighed with John Fox, and he sent Joel up with a cup of coffee and some dry bread, five minutes later.
“By the way, Joel, come up here about the middle of the forenoon; I want to say a few words to you in private.”