He spoke sternly, and looked so fierce that the boy messenger became more and more alarmed. He saw that he must give up the package, but determined to hold out in his resistance as long as possible. "The package is not mine, and I have no right to surrender it," he said. "I'll take the responsibility, boy. You can't be blamed, for you can't help your self." As he spoke, he passed his hand over Ernest's vest, which he saw projected more than was usual, and discovered the hiding-place of the important package. Instantly he had torn open the vest and drawn out the envelope. "I thought I should find it," he said in a tone of triumph. Ernest felt very much dejected. It was a mortification to lose the first large sum with which he had been intrusted. "Will you tell me who you are?" he asked abruptly. "First, let me know who you think I am." As the driver spoke he eyed Ernest sharply. "Is your name Fox?" asked the young messenger. His companion laughed. "I know Mr. Fox," he answered. "You are either Fox or a member of his band." "You seem to be a sharp boy; I won't tell you whether you are right or not." "I suppose I may go now." "Where do you want to go?" Ernest hesitated. This was a question which he could not at once answer. To go on to Lee's Falls without the packet would do little good. Yet the bank officers there ought to know that the bonds intended for them had been stolen. Besides, he was too far from Emmonsville to return that night. "I will go to Lee's Falls," he said. "Not at present; I have other views for you." As he spoke the robber turned his horse to the right. Wholly ignorant as to where he was to be carried, Ernest sank back in his seat and resigned himself as well as he could to the situation. CHAPTER XVI. THE OUTLAW'S HOME, Where he was to be carried or what was to be his fate Ernest could not conjecture, nor did he speculate much. It was enough for him to know that he was in the power of one of the notorious outlaws. There was considerable difference between his appearance and that of the man at his side. He was silent and depressed, while James Fox, for it was he, seemed in excellent spirits. He turned to the boy with the remark, "You don't say much." "No, for it would be no good." "Brace up, boy! There is no occasion to look as if you were going to a funeral." "Give me back the bonds and I will look lively enough." "Come now, don't be foolish. These bonds don't belong to you." "They were given into my care." "Very well! You took as good care of them as you could." "I shall be held responsible for them." "No, you won't. I shall send your employers a letter, letting them know that you did the best you could to keep them out of my hands. But perhaps they never heard of me," and he laughed. "If your name is Fox, they have heard of you." "There is no need to beat about the bush. My name is Fox--James Fox." "What made you take up such a business, Mr. Fox?" asked Ernest, gravely.