e ex-train boy.

Robert Ferguson stared at Fred in amazement and incredulity.

"Don't play any of your practical jokes on me!" he said sternly.

"I don't intend to, sir. We gave Mr. Sloan a power of attorney, and he
sold it for us."

"He _says_ he did!" sneered Ferguson. "You will never get the money."

"Excuse me, Mr. Ferguson. We have received the money already."

"When?" gasped the merchant.

"Two days ago."

The face of Robert Ferguson was a study. Disappointed cupidity
succeeded his first incredulity. He began to consider that he must
convince Fred that he had acted in good faith. With an effort he
smoothed down his face and conjured up a smile.

"You quite take my breath away," he said. "I can hardly believe that
the land which I thought worthless should have realized such a sum.
Have any mines been discovered on them?"

"No, sir; but a village has sprung up in the immediate neighborhood."

"I am heartily glad of it. Tell your mother so. How could I have been
so deceived? By the way, it will be best for you to put the money in
the hands of some responsible person to take care of for you. As a near
relative I shall be glad to invest the amount for you safely along with
my own."

"Thank you, sir, but we have already invested it."

Mr. Ferguson frowned.

"I predict that you will lose half of it," he said.

"I don't think so. I had advice in the investment."

"Who advised you?"

"John Wainwright, the banker."

"Do you know him?"

"Yes; he is my employer."

"I believe I remember that Raymond told me so. Of course he is a good
adviser. How much does he pay you?"

"Twenty-five dollars a week."

"Do you take me for a fool?" demanded Ferguson angrily.

"No, sir; and you have no right to take me for a liar," answered Fred,
firmly.

"But such a salary for a boy of sixteen is ridiculous!"

"It does seem so; but Mr. Wainwright sent me to Canada to recover over
ten thousand dollars' worth of stolen bonds, and I succeeded in
bringing them back."

Slowly it dawned upon Mr. Ferguson that the youth before him was not
only a favorite of fortune, out a remarkably smart boy. He was
evidently on the rise. Would it not be politic to take notice of him?

"Fred," he said with sudden friendliness, "I am pleased to hear of your
good fortune. You have done credit to the family. We ought to be more
intimate. In proof of my desire for closer relations I shall send cards
to you and your mother for my Daughter