He carefully covered it up, replacing the dirt, and took particular notice of the spot, so that there would be no difficulty in finding it again whenever he had occasion.
Having attended to this duty, he retraced his steps to the cabin and found that the tea had been steeped and the table was covered with a neat cloth and two cups and saucers were set upon it.
“Tea’s all ready, Robert,” said his aunt cheerfully. “The smell of it does me good. It’s better than all the liquor in the world!”
Robert did not like tea as well as his aunt, but still he relished the warm drink, for the night was cool, and more than ever he rejoiced to see how much his aunt enjoyed what had latterly been rather a rare luxury.
About nine o’clock Robert went to bed and very soon fell asleep.
He had not been asleep long before he was conscious of being rudely shaken.
Opening his eyes, he saw his uncle with inflamed face and thickened utterance.
“What’s wanted, uncle?” he asked.
“Where’s that money, you young rascal? Give me the dollar and forty-two cents you’re hiding from me!”