“Haven’t you lost your pocketbook, Mr. Taylor?” he asked, when, having unharnessed the horse, he entered the room where his guardian was sitting.
Mr. Taylor felt in his pocket.
“Yes,” said he, anxiously. “It contained a considerable sum of money. Have you found it?”
“Yes, sir; here it is.” And our hero drew it from his pocket, and restored it to the owner.
“Where did you find it?”
“In the bottom of the wagon,” answered Julius.
“Do you know how much money there is in the wallet?” asked Mr. Taylor.{112}
“Yes, sir; I counted the bills. There is nearly three hundred dollars.”
“Didn’t it occur to you,” asked Mr. Taylor, looking at him in some curiosity, knowing what he did of his past life and associations, “didn’t it occur to you that you could have kept it without my suspecting it?”
“Yes,” said Julius, frankly. “It did.”