“Where is your husband?” asked the tramp, his face lighting up with a gleam of exultation. “Near by,” answered Mrs. Cole, evasively; but her visitor saw that this was not correct. “How much money have you in the house?” he demanded, abruptly. “Money?” gasped the farmer's wife, turning pale. “Yes, money! Didn't I speak plain enough?” asked the tramp, angrily. “Are you a thief, then?” “Don't you dare to call me a thief!” said the tramp, menacingly. “Then, if you are an honest man, why do you ask that question?” “Because I am going to borrow what money you have.” “Borrow!” “Yes,” said the man, with a grin. “I'll hand it back when I come around again.” Under ordinary circumstances there would not have been money enough in the farmhouse to be anxious about, but it so happened that Farmer Cole had sold a yoke of oxen, and the money received, a hundred dollars, was upstairs in a bureau drawer. The thought of this, though she didn't suppose the tramp to be aware of it, was enough to terrify Mrs. Cole, and she sank back in the chair in a panic. Of course the tramp inferred that there was a considerable sum in the house. “Come, hurry up!” he said, roughly, “I can't wait here all day. Where do you keep the money?” “It is my husband's,” said Mrs. Cole, terrified out of all prudence. “All right! I'll pay it back to him. While you're about it, you may collect all the spoons, too. I'm going to open a boarding house,” he continued, with a chuckle, “and I shall need them.” “Oh, heavens! What shall I do?” ejaculated the frightened woman. CHAPTER X. AN EXCITING SCENE. “You'd better go upstairs and get that money, or I will go up myself,” said the tramp, boldly. “I will go,” said Mrs. Cole, terrified. It was at this time that Tom Tripp, looking in at the window, got an idea of the situation, but he was unobserved. The river bank was near, and he ran down to it, hoping, but not expecting, to see some one who could interfere with the impudent robber. We have already seen that he was luckier than he anticipated. Meanwhile Mrs. Cole went upstairs, not knowing how to save the money from being carried away. She wished heartily that her husband had taken it with him. One hundred dollars, as she well knew, would be a serious loss to her husband, who was only moderately well to do. She thought it possible that the tramp might know how large a sum there was in the house, but could not be sure. She resolved, however, to make an effort to save the larger part of the money. From the wallet she took two five-dollar bills, and then, removing it from the drawer, put it between the beds. She lingered as long as she dared, and then went downstairs with the two bills in her hand. “Well, have you got the money?” growled the tramp. “Don't take it,” she said; “be satisfied with the breakfast I have given you.” “You're a fool!” said the tramp, rudely. “How much have you got there?” “Ten dollars.”