“We must get out of the way, I suppose,” added Matt vacantly. “We must keep clear of the river road. I think we shall have to stay out all night; and then we shall be sure to be suspected.” It was a hard problem to adjust, and Lon beat his brains till he hit on something that pleased him. “If we only had some money, I should be in for going to New York. We could have a good time for two or three weeks; and by that time your father and mine could fix up the matter of burning the barn, if they lay it to us.” “They will lay it to us if we clear out,” added Matt. “But they can’t prove any thing: and I rather want Garlick to think we did the job,” added Lon, rubbing his sore legs; “but I don’t want him to be able to prove it.” “I don’t believe he will be able to prove any thing, for the barn is a long way from his house: and I know his hired men do not live with him, but over in the village.” “If we only had some money, I could fix it all in two seconds,” continued Lon. “If my father had any about the house, I would help myself.” “Perhaps I can raise some,” suggested Matt, as he thought of the wallet concealed in the closet over the mantle-piece. “If you can, we shall be all right.” “You hold on here for three minutes, and I will see what I can do,” said Matt. “How long will you be?” asked Lon. “Not more than five or ten minutes.” Matt returned to his father’s house; and the events before related occurred while Wade Brooks was looking through the crack of the pantry door. Matt obtained possession of the wallet, and went back to the cornfield. “Did you get it?” asked Lon. “I did.” “How much?” “About two hundred dollars,” replied Matt; and we will do him the justice to say that he trembled all over, he was so agitated by the crime he had committed. “Two hundred dollars!” exclaimed Lon. “That is a big haul.” “If it’s too much, I will carry part of it back; for my father will howl terribly when he finds it is all gone,” replied Matt. “The more the better,” added Lon lightly. “Now we are in condition to do business. My father says no one should ever attempt to do business without capital; and I shall heed his opinion.” Matt did not seem to feel that he was doing more than his share of the business; but then he had the honor of being a friend of the rich man’s son, and that was something. “Well, now tell us what you are going to do,” said he with deep interest; so deep that for a time he forgot the crime he had already committed, in his desire to add another to it. “There is no trouble about it now. We can manage it now as easy as you can fall off a wood-pile. Money makes the mare go; and we can reward old Phil Garlick for his kindness to us, without making anybody weep but himself,” rattled Lon; in whose mind there was a vision of a “good time” in New York, with plenty of theatre, fun, and frolic. “Well, why don’t you tell how it is to be done?” said Matt impatiently.