CHAPTER VI
AN EXCITING CHASE
When John Fox went to the village he usually stopped first at the tavern, and invested ten cents in a glass of whisky. Here he met two or three of his cronies.
“Folks say you’ve got a new boarder, Fox,” said Bill Latimer, as he laid down his glass on the counter.
“Yes,” answered Fox, complacently. “I’m his guardeen.”
“Folks say he got a pile of money for saving the train.”
“He got a pretty stiff sum,” answered Fox cautiously.
“Do you keep his money?”
“Yes.”