red.

When Harry and the officer had lodged their prisoner in jail, the latter
said:

"I nearly forgot to tell you that Mr. Wheeler wishes you to call at his
office to-morrow."

"In the morning?"

"As you please."

"I think I will go up by the morning train," said Harry, after a little
reflection.

"Then you will be likely to meet me on the train. I shall be a
passenger."

"I will look for you. I shall be glad to have company."

"By the way, that was very creditable work of yours, ferreting out the
bond robbers."

"I was lucky, that is all," answered Harry, modestly.

"Partly so, but you have showed excellent judgment throughout, and
personal bravery."

"Don't flatter me, Mr. Pry. You may make me conceited."

"You ought to be one of us."

"I don't think I should like it," said Harry, slowly.

"Perhaps not, but you're fitted for it, for all that. Well, good-day. I
shall see you to-morrow."

"You are getting to be an important business man, Harry," said Uncle
Obed, when our hero announced that he had a summons to the city next
day.

"What is it all about, Harry?" asked his mother, rather puzzled.

"Let the boy explain in his own good time, Mrs. Gilbert," said the old
man. "I know he isn't in any mischief."

"I may be able to tell you to-morrow evening, mother. It will be
something that will surprise you."

"I suppose it is all right, Harry, as Mr. Wilkins says so."

"Yes, mother, I can assure you of that."

In due time Harry boarded the morning train. He looked through the cars
till he found Mr. Pry, the detective, and took a seat beside him.

It was not long before his attention was called to a smooth, plausible
voice, proceeding from a person who sat two seats in advance of the one
he occupied.

"My dear sir, if it will be any accommodation to you, I will myself buy
your bond, and pay you the market price."

There was something in the voice, and in the words, that attracted
Harry's attention and excited his suspicions.

"Excuse me a moment," he said to the detective, and, passing through the
aisle, reached a point where he could look back at the speaker.

He knew him at once, not only by his face, but by the profusion of rings
upon his fingers. It was the same man that had cheated the poor farmer
by giving him counterfeit money in payment for his coupons.

If, however, he had any doubt, it was set at rest by what followed.

"I don't know," said his seat companion, an industrious mec