to Harry good advice. He retraced his steps to the store,
carefully looking for the lost pocketbook. But of course, it was not to
be seen and he entered the store troubled and out of spirits.

"I thought you went home, Harry," said Frank Heath.

"You see I am here again," said our hero.

"Time to shut up shop," said Mr. Meade, the storekeeper. "You boys will
have to adjourn till to-morrow."

"Where's Luke Harrison?" asked Frank Heath.

"Didn't he go out with you?"

"Yes; but he left me some time ago. He came back here, didn't he?"

"No; he hasn't been here since."

"He spoke of coming," said Harry. "He wanted me to join that sleighing
party."

"Good night, boys," said the storekeeper, significantly.

They took the hint and went out. Their way lay in different directions,
and they parted company.

"Now I must call on Luke," said Harry to himself.

"I hope he found the pocketbook. He wouldn't be wicked enough to keep
it."

But he was not quite so sure of this as he would like to have been. He
felt almost sick as he thought of the possibility that he might never
recover the money which he had saved so gladly, though with such painful
economy. It represented the entire cash earnings of eleven weeks.

Luke Harrison boarded with a Mr. Glenham, a carpenter, and it was at his
door that Harry knocked.

"Is Luke Harrison at home?" he inquired of Mrs. Glenham, who opened the
door.

"At home and abed, I reckon," she replied.

"I know it's late, Mrs. Glenham, but it is about a matter of importance
that I wish to see Luke."

"I reckon it's about the sleighing party."

"No, it is quite another thing. I won't stay but minute."

"Well, I suppose you can go up."

Harry went upstairs and knocked. Ordinarily, Luke would have been
asleep, for generally he sank to sleep five minutes after his head
touched the pillow; but to-night the excitement of his dishonest
intention kept him awake, and he started uneasily when he heard the
knock.

"Who's there?" he called out from the bed.

"It's I--Harry Walton."

"He's come about that pocketbook," thought Luke.

"I'm in bed," he answered.

"I want to see you a minute, on a matter of importance."

"Come to-morrow morning."

"I must see you now."

"Oh, well, come in, if you must," said Luke.

CHAPTER XX.

"You seem to be in an awful hurry to see me," said Luke, grumbling. "I
was just getting to sleep."

"I've lost my pocketbook. Have you seen it?"