The superintendent warmly applauded his determination, and a week later gave the pocket-book up to Rough and Ready, feeling that every reasonable effort to find an owner had been tried.
CHAPTER XII.
A VISIT TO GREENWOOD CEMETERY.
One day Rough and Ready came to see his sister, and displayed a bank-book on one of the city savings-banks, containing an entry of three hundred dollars to his credit.
"What do you think of that, Rosie?" he said. "Don't you think I am rich?"
"I don't see anything but a little book," said Rose, who knew nothing of the way in which savings-banks were conducted. "There isn't any money in it," she continued, turning over the leaves with the expectation of finding some bills folded between them.
"You don't understand it, Rose. That little book is worth three hundred dollars."
"Three hundred dollars! Why, I wouldn't give five cents for it."
The newsboy laughed. "It shows that I have three hundred dollars in the bank, which they will pay me whenever I want it."
"That is nice," said Rose. "I am so glad you are rich, Rufie."
"Then you have heard nothing of the owner of the money, Rufus?" said Miss Manning.