nd going to bed.

"I won't go yet," said Abner. "I'll be along pretty soon."

Sam did not lie awake long after once getting into bed. The early hour
at which he had risen on the boat, and the miles he had traveled
during the day were too much for him, and he sank into a dreamless
sleep.

At eleven o'clock Abner Blodgett opened the door and softly entered.

He approached the bed on tiptoe, fearing to wake Sam.

"Poor fool!" he muttered, smiling disagreeably; "he thinks I am a
verdant rustic, while I am able to turn him round my little finger.
There's nothing about city life that I don't know. I can give him
points and discount him as far as that goes, even if he has been
living in New York for years. Fast asleep!" he continued, listening to
Sam's regular breathing. "No danger of his waking up till morning. I
may as well see what money he's got."

He coolly felt in Sam's pocket, and drew out his pocket-book, eagerly
examining the contents.

"Only ten dollars and a half!" he muttered, in disappointment. "That
hardly pays me for my trouble. However, it's better than nothing. Let
me see if there is anything more."

But this appeared to be all the money Sam possessed, and he put it in
his pocket, grumbling.

"I guess it'll be safe for me to go to bed, and sleep till near
morning," Abner said to himself. "The boy sleeps soundly, and he won't
be awake till six or seven."

He proved to be correct. Sam slept like a log, and was not conscious
when, at a quarter of six, Abner hurriedly dressed, and left the house
with all of poor Sam's available funds.

"It's a pity he payed for his board in advance," thought Abner. "I
would have got seven dollars more. It's money thrown away."

Abner hoped to get out of the house without being seen by any one, but
he was destined to be disappointed.

As he was slipping out of the front door the landlady herself came
downstairs.

"You are going out early, Mr. Blodgett," she remarked, in some
surprise.

"Yes, ma'am," said Abner. "I'm used to gettin' up early in the
country. I'm goin' to take a walk before breakfast."

"Your young friend thought he wouldn't go out with you?"

"He got pretty tired yesterday. He's sound asleep."

"There's something about that man I don't like," thought Mrs.
Campbell. "I don't believe he's so verdant as he pretends to be. He
must pay me something on account to-day, or I won't keep him."

"Good-by old woman!" muttered Abner, as he closed the door