chance, and succeeded in
crawling in at the window without making any sound loud enough to wake
up his parents.

The next day John, who had been informed of his intention to make the
attempt the evening previous, contrived to meet him.

"Well, Dick," he said eagerly, "what success last night?"

"None at all," answered Dick.

"Didn't you try?"

"Yes."

"What prevented your succeeding, then?"

"Frank came out to get some herbs to make tea for the hired man, and so
caught me."

"You didn't tell him who put you up to it?" said John apprehensively.

"No," said Dick coolly; "I don't do such things."

"That's good," said John, relieved. "Was he mad?"

"No, he didn't make any fuss. He asked what made me do it, and I told
him somebody else put it into my head."

"You did! I thought you said you didn't."

"I didn't tell who that somebody was, but Frank said he could guess."

"He can't prove it," said John hastily.

"I don't think he'll try," said Dick. "The fact is, John, Frank's a good
fellow, and if you want to get anybody to do him any mischief hereafter,
you'd better not apply to me."

"I don't know as he's any better than other boys," said John, sneering.
He did not enjoy hearing Frank's praises.

"He's better than either of us, I'm sure of that," said Dick decidedly.

"Speak for yourself, Dick Bumstead," said John haughtily. "I wouldn't
lower myself by a comparison with him. He's only a laborer, and will
grow up a clodhopper."

"He's my friend, John Haynes," said Dick stoutly, "and if you've got
anything else to say against him, you'll oblige me by going farther
off."

John left in high dudgeon.

That day, to his father's surprise, Dick worked with steady industry,
and did not make a single attempt to shirk.

CHAPTER XV. POMP BEHAVES BADLY

The village of Rossville was distant about five miles from the long line
of railway which binds together with iron bands the cities of New
York and Boston. Only when the wind was strongly that way could the
monotonous noise of the railway-train be heard, as the iron monster,
with its heavy burden, sped swiftly on its way.

Lately a covered wagon had commenced running twice a day between
Rossville and the railway-station at Wellington. It was started at seven
in the morning, in time to meet the early trains, and again at four,
in order to receive any passengers who might have left the city in the
afternoon.

Occupying a central position in the village