Here was a dilemma for Harry. He had determined to restore the pocketbook; but he could not do so without exposing himself. Besides, if there had been any temptation to keep the treasure before, it was ten times as great now that he knew it belonged to his enemy. It would be no sin to keep it from Squire Walker. "It would be stealing," said the voice within. "But if I give it to him, he will carry me back to Jacob Wire's. I'll be--I'll be hanged if I do." "She hopes you will be a good boy." There was no resisting this appeal; and again the demon was put down, and the triumph added another laurel to the moral crown of the little hero. "It will be a dear journey to me," continued Squire Walker. "I was looking all day yesterday after a boy that ran away from the poorhouse, and came to the city for him. I had better let him go." "Did you find him?" "No. I brought that money down to put in the bank. It is gone, I suppose. Confound the boy!" Harry waited no longer; but while his heart beat like the machinery in the great factory at Rockville, he tumbled out of his nest, and slid down the bale of goods to the pavement. "Ah, Master Harry West! You are here--are you?" exclaimed Squire Walker, springing forward to catch him. Harry dodged, and kept out of his reach. "Catch him!" shouted the squire to the ostler. "Wait a minute, Squire Walker," said Harry. "I won't go back to Jacob Wire's, anyhow. Just hear what I have got to say; and then, if you want to take me, you may, if you can." It was evident, even to the squire, that Harry had something of importance to say; and he involuntarily paused to hear it. "I have found your pocketbook, squire, and--" "Give it to me, and I won't touch you," cried the overseer, eagerly. It was clear that the loss of his pocketbook had produced a salutary impression on the squire's mind. He loved money, and the punishment was more than he could bear. "I was walking along here, last night, when I struck my foot against something. I picked it up, and found it was a pocketbook. I haven't opened it. Here it is;" and Harry handed him his lost treasure. "By gracious!" exclaimed he, after he had assured himself that the contents of the pocketbook had not been disturbed. "That is more than ever I expected of you, Master Harry West." "I mean to be honest," replied Harry, proudly. "Perhaps you do. I told you, Harry, I wouldn't touch you; and I won't," continued the squire. "You may go." The overseer was amazed. He had come to Boston with the intention of catching Harry, cost what it might,--he meant to charge the expense to the town; but the recovery of his money had warmed his heart, and banished the malice he cherished toward the boy.