But John Trafton did not hear him. As he left the store an idea entered his mind. He knew that Robert had found a friend in the hermit, and he decided that the gold came from him. If that was the case, the hermit must be rich. Who knows but he might have thousands of dollars in the cave? The fisherman’s eyes sparkled with greed and he was assailed by a powerful temptation. His credit at the tavern was about exhausted. What a pity he could not get some of the gold, which appeared to do its possessor so little good! CHAPTER XVII JOHN TRAFTON’S NEW PLAN With the new but unlawful purpose which he had begun to entertain John Trafton resolved to find out all he could about the hermit, and he rightly judged that Robert could give him more information than anybody else. He decided to go home early and question his nephew cautiously. If he could find out something about the hermit’s habits and peculiarities it would help him in his plan, for there was no beating about the bush now. He acknowledged to himself that he meant to enter the cave, and if he could only find the gold, which he was persuaded the occupant owned in large quantities, to enrich himself at his expense. His imagination was dazzled at the prospect. All his life he had been working for a bare living. Probably, in his most prosperous year, not over three hundred dollars in money had come into his hands as the recompense of his toil. Probably there are few people who do not, at some time, indulge in dreams of sudden wealth. This time had come to John Trafton, and, unfortunately, the temptation which came with it was so powerful as to confuse his notions of right and wrong and almost to persuade him that there was nothing very much out of the way in robbing the recluse of his hoards. “It don’t do him any good,” argued the fisherman, “while it would make me comfortable for life. If I had ten thousand dollars, or even five, I’d go away from here and live like a gentleman. My wife should be rigged out from top to toe, and we’d jest settle down and take things easy.” John Trafton was not very strict in his principles, and his conscience did not trouble him much. Even if it had, the dazzling picture which his fancy painted of an easy and luxurious future would probably have carried the day. It was only eight o’clock in the evening when the fisherman lifted the latch of the outer door and entered the cabin. His wife and Robert looked up in surprise, for it was about two hours earlier than he generally made his appearance. Another surprise--his gait and general appearance showed that he was quite sober. This was gratifying, even if it was the result of his credit being exhausted. During the preceding week it may be mentioned that he had worked more steadily than usual, having made several trips in his boat, and had thus been enabled to pay something on his score at the tavern. John Trafton sat down before the fire.