hought worth while to counterfeit a bill of so
low a denomination.

"Oh, what'll Sarah say?" ejaculated the distressed farmer. "What a
tarnal fool I've been! She wanted me to buy her a nice dress out of it,
and I've only got a dollar left!"

"Perhaps the man may be caught," suggested Harry.

"I don't believe it. Simon Jones, you ain't fit to go around alone.
You're as green as--as--a gooseberry!"

Harry pitied him, but was unable to offer any adequate consolation.

"Will you give me your name and address?" he said. "And, if I can hear
anything of your coupons, or the man that swindled you, I'll write and
let you know."

"Will you? I'm obleeged to you," said the farmer, who had formed quite a
high idea of our hero's sagacity from his declining the trap into which
he himself had fallen. "My name is Simon Jones, of Crabtree Hollow,
Connecticut."

Harry entered it in a little memorandum book which he carried.

At length the great city was reached, and the crowd of passengers
dispersed in different directions.

It was over a year since Harry had been in the city, and he was not very
familiar with it, but he had a modest confidence in his ability to get
along.

"Shine yer boots, guv'nor?" asked a ragged bootblack.

"How much?" Harry asked. "Seein' it's you, I'll only ask ten cents,"
returned the street boy.

"Thank you. I blacked my own boots before I left home."

"Do you call that a shine?" said the boy, contemptuously, as his glance
rested on Harry's shoes, which certainly did not vie in polish with
those operated upon by city bootblacks.

"It'll do for me," answered Harry, good-naturedly.

"Mornin' papers--_Herald, Times, Tribune, World!"_ called a newsboy.

"Give me a _Herald,"_ said Harry, who suddenly bethought himself of the
tin box, and was anxious to find out whether any allusion was made to
the theft in the morning papers.

He opened the paper, and his eyes ran hastily over the crowded columns.

CHAPTER XXI

A REWARD OFFERED

Harry looked over the news columns in vain for an account of the
robbery, or some allusion to the tin box which he had seen concealed in
the wood.

"There may have been something about it in yesterday's paper," he said
to himself. "I must go to the office of publication and buy a copy."

It occurred to him, however, that there might be an advertisement
offering a reward for its recovery, and he began to search, with thi