ter, I
shall manage to pay."

"Take him away," said the lawyer to the detectives, "and then come back
to me for instructions."

CHAPTER XXIII

FINDING THE BOX

"My boy," said the lawyer, turning to Harry, "you have done yourself
credit. A grown man could not have shown more judgment."

"Thank you, sir," said Harry, pleased at the compliment.

"But your work is not yet done. As soon as the detectives have returned,
you must go back at once to Waybridge with them, and lead them to the
place where the box is concealed."

"I am ready, sir," replied Harry. "But," he added, with a sudden thought
of one of his errands, "will there be time for me to go to Wall Street
first?"

"Why do you want to go to Wall Street?"

"I have some coupons which I am to sell for Mr. Wilkins."

"To what amount?"

"Ninety dollars gold."

"I will myself give you the money for them, as that will save time.
Should the search for the box be successful, I will take upon me to pay
you the reward as soon as you desire it."

"Thank you, sir."

Harry might have declined the reward, but he felt, justly, that he had
rendered a valuable service to the unknown owner of the bonds, and was
entitled to it.

Presently the detectives came back.

"Well," said the lawyer.

"He is safe under lock and key," promptly answered one of them.

"How did he appear?"

"Sullen and despondent. He vows vengeance against this boy."

"Probably he will not be in a position for some years to harm him. And
now I have some instructions to give you."

Half an hour later Harry and the two detectives were passengers on a
train bound for a town not far from Waybridge. It was a different
railroad, however, from the one on which Harry had come. The choice was
made from a desire to avoid suspicion.

From a point four miles distant they took a carriage, hired from a
stable, which left them on the opposite side of the wood from the one by
which Harry had previously entered.

Of course, they could not penetrate the wood with a vehicle, and the
question came up:

"Who can be got to look after it?"

Just then Harry saw in a field near-by Reuben Richardson--the boy who
had released him from his bonds.

"Reuben!" he called out

Reuben approached, regarding Harry and his companions with surprise.

"Have you an hour to spare?" asked one of the detectives.

"Yes, sir."

"Then please look after this team, and I'll see