shall both have appetites enough; but it will be pleasant to
breathe the fresh morning air."

Tom promised to get up, if he wakened in time.

"If you don't mind, I will occupy the lower berth," said Mr. Waterbury.
"I can't climb as well as you."

"All right, sir. It makes no difference to me."

CHAPTER XII.

NO. 61 AND NO. 62.

The stateroom was small, as most staterooms on river boats are. There
appeared to be no means of ventilation. Mr. Waterbury was a stout man,
and inclined to be short-breathed. After an hour he rose and opened the
door, so as to leave it slightly ajar. With the relief thus afforded he
was able to go to sleep, and sleep soundly. Tom was already asleep, and
knew nothing of what had happened.

The number of the stateroom was 61. Directly opposite was 62, occupied
by Milton Graham and his companion.

If Graham did not go to sleep it was because his brain was busily
scheming how to obtain possession of the money belonging to his
neighbors.

"Won't your key fit?" asked Vincent, for this was the name of the
dark-complexioned young man.

"No use, even if it does. Of course they will lock it inside, and
probably leave the key in the lock."

About midnight, Graham, who had not fully undressed, having merely taken
off his coat, got up, and, opening the door, peered out. To his surprise
and joy he saw that the door of No. 61 was ajar. He at first thought of
rousing Vincent, who was asleep; but a selfish thought suggested
itself. If he did this, he must share with Vincent anything he might
succeed in stealing; if not, he could keep it all himself.

He left his stateroom silently, and looked cautiously around him. No one
seemed to be stirring in the cabin. Next he stepped across, and, opening
wider the door of 61, looked in. The two inmates were, to all
appearances, sleeping soundly.

"So far, so good," he said to himself.

He stepped in, moderating even his breathing, and took up a pair of
pants which lay on a chair. They belonged to Mr. Waterbury, for Tom had
merely taken off his coat, and lain down as he was. His belt of gold he
therefore found it unnecessary to take off.

Graham saw at once, from the size of the pants, that they must belong to
the elder passenger. This suited him, however, as he knew from Vincent's
information that Mr. Waterbury had six hundred dollars, and Tom could
not be supposed to have anything like this sum. He felt eagerly in the
pockets, and to his great