row with eager
attentiveness.

There was a sudden shout of irrepressible excitement.

Carl's arrow had struck the bull's-eye and the prize was his.

"Christopher!" exclaimed Edward Downie, "you've beaten me, after all!"

"I'm almost sorry," said Carl, apologetically, but the light in his eyes
hardly bore out the statement.

"Never mind. Everybody would have called it a fluke if I had won,"
said Edward. "I expect to get the prize for the long jump. I am good at
that."

"So am I, but I won't compete; I will leave it to you."

"No, no. I want to win fair."

Carl accordingly entered his name. He made the second best jump, but
Edward's exceeded his by a couple of inches, and the prize was adjudged
to him.

"I have my revenge," he said, smiling. "I am glad I won, for it wouldn't
have been to the credit of the club to have an outsider carry off two
prizes."

"I am perfectly satisfied," said Carl; "I ought to be, for I did not
expect to carry off any."

Carl decided not to compete for any other prize. He had invested twenty
cents and got back a dollar, which left him a profit of eighty cents.
This, with his original quarter, made him the possessor of a dollar and
five cents.

"My luck seems to have turned," he said to himself, and the thought gave
him fresh courage.

It was five o'clock when the games were over, and Carl prepared to start
again on his journey.

"Where are you going to take supper?" asked Downie.

"I--don't--know."

"Come home with me. If you are in no hurry, you may as well stay
overnight, and go on in the morning."

"Are you sure it won't inconvenience you?"

"Not at all."

"Then I'll accept with thanks."

CHAPTER XII.

AN ODD ACQUAINTANCE.

After breakfast the next morning Carl started again on his way. His new
friend, Edward Downie, accompanied him for a mile, having an errand at
that distance.

"I wish you good luck, Carl," he said, earnestly. "When you come this
way again, be sure to stop in and see me."

"I will certainly do so, but I hope I may find employment."

"At any rate," thought Carl, as he resumed his journey alone, "I am
better off than I was yesterday morning. Then I had but twenty-five
cents; now I have a dollar."

This was satisfactory as far as it went, but Carl was sensible that he
was making no progress in his plan of earning a living. He was simply
living from hand to mouth, and but for good luck he would have had to go
hungry, and perhaps have