asked whether Ben thought the amount of money which
he had would be sufficient to carry him home.

"Waal, that depends," said the driver, slowly. "If you go to spreadin'
yourself all over creation, as boys are very apt to do, your money won't
go very far; but if you look at your money two or three times afore you
spend it, you ought to get back and have a dollar or two left."

The two talked, and Old Ben offered advice, until Toby could hardly keep
his eyes open, and almost before the driver concluded his sage remarks
the boy had stretched himself on the top of the wagon, where he had
learned to sleep without being shaken off, and was soon in dreamland.

The monkey, nestled down snug in Toby's bosom, did not appear to be as
sleepy as was his master, but popped his head in and out from under the
coat, as if watching whether the boy was asleep or not.

Toby was awakened by a scratching on his face, as if the monkey was
dancing a hornpipe on that portion of his body, and by a shrill, quick
chattering, which caused him to assume an upright position instantly.

He was frightened, although he knew not at what, and looked around
quickly to discover the cause of the monkey's excitement.

Old Ben was asleep on his box, while the horses jogged along behind the
other teams, and Toby failed to see anything whatever which should have
caused his pet to become so excited.

"Lie down an' behave yourself," said Toby, as sternly as possible, and
as he spoke he took his pet by the collar, to oblige him to obey his
command.

The moment that he did this he saw the monkey throw something out
into the road, and the next instant he also saw that he held something
tightly clutched in his other paw.

It required some little exertion and active movement on Toby's part to
enable him to get hold of that paw, in order to discover what it was
which Mr. Stubbs had captured; but the instant he did succeed, there
went up from his heart such a cry of sorrow as caused Old Ben to start
up in alarm and the monkey to cower and whimper like a whipped dog.

"What is it, Toby? What's the matter?" asked the old driver, as
he peered out into the darkness ahead, as if he feared some danger
threatened them from that quarter. "I don't see anything. What is it?"

"Mr. Stubbs has thrown all my money away," cried Toby, holding up the
almost empty bag, which a short time previous had been so well filled
with silver.

"Stubbs--thrown--the--money--away?" repe