"Yes, he came in for a third of it."
"You think he hides his money in the same way?"
"I think it very probable. Of course it is very silly, for he gets no interest, and he is really in more danger of losing it than if it were earning dividends of interest in some good bank. However, that's the man's nature."
In his necessity Carden recalled this conversation, and, having no conscientious scruples, he pondered how he should turn it to account.
"If I could find one of the farmer's hiding-places for his money," he thought, "I might make a good thing out of it. The money isn't doing him any good. I might as well have it."
He mechanically took his way towards the Tarbox farm, impelled by a faint hope that he might hear or see something to his advantage.
Now it chanced that at some distance from the farm-house was an old barn, which had been built by the farmer's father, and which was still used, though a newer one had been built nearer the house.
From the street, towards the close of the afternoon, Carden saw Mr. Tarbox taking his way towards this old barn, and out of curiosity he jumped over the stone wall and followed him.
"I wonder if it would do any good to ask him to lend me five dollars?" thought the canvas man. "I might tell him I had been discharged through the influence of Anak and the boy, and he has reason to hate both. At any rate it won't do any harm to try. So I'll follow him cautiously, and see if I can accomplish anything."
Mr. Tarbox did not perceive that he was followed. He went by a well-worn path to the old barn, and, opening a small door at the side, went in.