"Not at present, I hope. But you must live better than you have been accustomed to do or you will fall sick again."
"I shall be glad to get away," said Tony, hurriedly, to the doctor, outside of the house. "I'm used to tramping, and I can't stand it much longer. There's one thing I want to tell you before I go, and I might as well do it now."
"Go on, my boy."
"I'm afraid the old man will be robbed some time."
"Is there anything to steal?"
"Yes; I think I had better tell you about it."
Tony, in a low tone, imparted to Dr. Compton the discovery he had made of the old miser's hoards.
"I suspected as much," said the doctor. "I will do what I can to induce Ben to have the gold moved to a place of safety, but I don't feel confident of my ability to do it. Such men generally like to have their hoards within their own reach."
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Two nights later, Tony woke shortly after midnight. It was a bright, moonlight night, as on the first night he slept there. Again he saw Ben crouched on the floor, with the plank removed from its place, engaged in counting his hoards. The old man had recovered enough strength to get out of bed without assistance. This time, too, he was broad awake.