“I may not offer you as favorable terms a week from now,” said Fox, who wanted to get his ward to work at once. “I will take my chance of it, sir. I prefer to have a few days of freedom.” “By the way, Harry, don’t you think you had better give me your money to keep? You might lose it.” “You are very kind, Mr. Fox; but I am not afraid of losing it.” After breakfast Harry went to walk. His steps naturally tended to the place where he had left the greater part of his treasure. It was possible that he had been seen hiding it, and he thought on the whole it would be better to find another place of concealment. “Joel,” said his mother, “follow Harry, and see where he goes. He may be goin’ to hide his money. But don’t let him see you.” “All right, mam; I’ll do it. I wish I had followed him yesterday.” A position as detective would have suited Joel. Whatever was secret or stealthy had a charm for him. In the present instance he managed to shadow Harry very successfully. The task was made easier, because our hero had no idea that anyone was following him. “So he’s goin’ to the railroad,” said Joel, to himself Arrived at the railroad track, Harry’s course diverged to the hillock, at the top of which he had concealed his treasure. Joel posted himself at a point where he had a good view of the elevation, and could see what Harry was doing. He saw our hero digging at a particular spot, and concluded that he was going to hide the fifteen dollars there. What was his surprise and delight when he saw him dig up and expose to view a large roll of bills. “Oh, cracky!” ejaculated Joel, “there must be a hundred dollars in that roll of bills. Wouldn’t dad open his eyes if he saw it?” Unconscious of observation, Harry held the money in his hand and deliberated. Then he put it in his pocket, resolved to think over at his leisure its ultimate place of deposit. Now, unfortunately for Joel, just at this moment he slipped from his perch on the branch of a small tree, and for about half a minute what Harry did was concealed from him. He clambered into the tree again, but only to see Harry filling up the hole again. He didn’t want Harry to catch sight of him when he descended from the hill, and accordingly scuttled away sufficiently far to escape suspicion, yet not too far to entirely lose sight of Harry’s movements. Five minutes later Harry descended from the hill, and bent his steps toward that part of the railway where the accident had occurred. Joel, who had hastened away in a different direction, went back to the hill as soon as he thought it would be safe, and eagerly ascended it. He found without difficulty the spot where Harry had been digging. With the help of a fragment of wood which he had picked up below, he in turn began to dig--his eyes glistening with expectation and cupidity. He kept digging, but gradually became anxious, as the expected treasure did not show itself. “I’m sure I have dug deep enough,” he said to himself.