He was anxious to get to New York, to try his luck, but being so close to Niagara Falls, he decided to run up to that great wonder, and look at it before striking out for the metropolis. He had some loose change in his pocket, and did not immediately miss the roll of bills which the sneak thief had so cleverly abstracted from his person. Leaving the lodging house, he looked up a cheap restaurant, where he obtained a cup of coffee and some rolls for ten cents. Then, seeing a car marked Niagara Falls, he jumped on board. "Do you go to the Falls?" he asked of the conductor. "Certainly." Trolley riding was new to him, and he thoroughly enjoyed the trip, which lasted the best part of two hours. The car landed him on the main street of Niagara Falls, and he was told that the Falls themselves were just beyond the public park. Listening, he could readily hear the thunder of the waters--a thunder that goes on day and night, and has for ages. Feeling dry, he treated himself to a glass of soda, and then asked permission to leave his bundle in the shop where he made the purchase. "All right," said the proprietor. "Leave it there, with your name on it," and Nat did as requested. He was soon down in the public park, and then went out on Goat Island. The great falls were a revelation to him--just as they are to all visitors--and he remained for a long time in one spot, gazing first at the American Falls, and then at the Horseshoe or Canadian Falls. "What an awful mass of water!" was his thought. "How grand! How very grand!" From Goat Island, Nat walked over to the Three Sisters. On the last of the Three Sisters he sat down on a great rock to look at the rushing and swirling rapids--a sight which to many is as grand as that of the Falls themselves. "No boat could ever live in that river," he thought, and he was right. Sitting on a rock he got to thinking of his financial affairs, and felt in his clothing for his bills, to count them over. When he realized that the money was gone, a sudden cold sweat came out on his brow. He looked around him, and gave a groan. "I must have dropped the bills somewhere," he muttered. "But where?" Never once did he imagine that he had been robbed, and it may be added here, he never learned the truth. To look for the money would have been a hopeless task, and Nat did not attempt it. Having gazed around on the rocks, he sat down to review the situation. "Just twenty-two cents left," he mused, as he counted over his change. "That won't do more than buy a dinner. And what am I to do after it is gone? What a fool I was not to take care of my money. I'm a regular greeny, after all!" Nat was greatly depressed in spirits, and he gave a sigh that seemed to come from his very soul. Then, gazing up once more, he gave a quick cry of alarm.