a
great favor if you will give me any hints you may think useful to me."

Folsom became more and more pleased with his young charge. He saw
that he was manly, amiable, and of good principles, with only one
great fault--poverty--which he was quite willing to overlook.

They selected their seats in the saloon, and were fortunate enough to
be assigned to the captain's table. Old travelers know that those
who sit at this table are likely to fare better than those who are
farther removed.

While Folsom was walking the deck with an old friend, whom he had
found among the passengers, Joe went on an exploring expedition.

He made his way to that portion of the deck appropriated to the
steerage passengers. Among them his eye fell on the man who swindled
him.

"You here!" exclaimed the fellow in amazement.

"Yes," said Joe, "I am here."

"I thought you said your ticket wasn't good?"

"It wasn't, as you very well know."

"I don't know anything about it. How did you smuggle yourself
aboard?"

"I didn't smuggle myself aboard at all. I came on like the rest of
the passengers."

"Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I am not a steerage passenger. I am traveling first-class."

"You don't mean it!" ejaculated the fellow, thoroughly astonished.
"You told me you hadn't any more money."

"So I did, and that shows that you were the man that sold me the
bogus ticket."

"Nothing of the kind," said the other, but he seemed taken aback by
Joe's charge. "Well, all I can say is, that you know how to get
round. When a man or boy can travel first-class without a cent of
money, he'll do."

"I wouldn't have come at all if I had had to swindle a poor boy out
of his money," said Joe.

Joe walked off without receiving an answer. He took pains to
ascertain the name of the man who had defrauded him. He was entered
on the passenger-list as Henry Hogan.

CHAPTER X

THE DETECTED THIEF

"Do you expect to be seasick, Joe?"

"I don't know, Mr. Folsom. This is the first time I have ever been
at sea."

"I have crossed the Atlantic twice, and been sick each time. I
suppose I have a tendency that way."

"How does it feel?" asked Joe curiously.

Folsom laughed.

"It cannot be described," he answered.

"Then I would rather remain ignorant," said Joe.

"You are right. This is a case where ignorance is bliss decidedly."

Twenty-four hours out Folsom's anticipations were realized. He
experienced nausea and his h