Later on in the sermon, when the preacher touched a tender chord in Oscar's heart, alluding to home and friends, and to those who wander far from both, the lad, with a little moisture in his eyes, turned to look at Sandy. He was fast asleep in his snug corner. Oscar made a motion to wake him, but Charlie leaned over and said, "Leave the poor boy alone. He's tired with his long tramp to-day." When they went out after the service was over, Oscar rallied Sandy on his sleeping in church, and the lad replied: "I know it was bad manners, but the last thing I heard the minister say, was 'Rest for the weary.' I thought that was meant for me. Leastways, I found rest for the weary right off, and I guess there was no harm done." With Monday morning came sunshine and a clear and bracing air. Even Charlie's face wore a cheerful look, the first that he had put on since arriving in St. Louis, although now and again his heart quaked as he heard the hotel porter's voice in the hall roaring out the time of departure for the trains that now began to move from the city in all directions. They had studied the railroad advertisements and time-tables to some purpose, and had discovered that they must cross to East St. Louis, on the Illinois side of the Mississippi River, and there take a train for the northern part of the State, where Dixon is situated. But they must first see their Uncle Oscar, borrow the needed money from him, settle with the steamboat people and the hotel, and then get to the railroad station by eleven o'clock in the forenoon. It was a big morning's work. They were at their uncle's store before he arrived from his suburban home; and, while they waited, they whisperingly discussed the question, Who should ask for the money? Charlie was at first disposed to put this duty on Sandy; but the other two boys were very sure that it would not look well for the youngest of the party to be the leader on an occasion so important; and Charlie was appointed spokesman. Mr. Oscar Bryant came in. He was very much surprised to see three strange lads drawn up in a row to receive him. And he was still more taken aback when he learned that they were his nephews, on their way home from Kansas. He had heard of his brother's going out to Kansas, and he had not approved of it at all. He was inclined to think that, on the whole, it would be better for Kansas to have slavery than to do without it. A great many other people in St. Louis thought the same way, at that time, although some of them changed their minds later on.