"I am not. To-morrow I shall try again."

"I don't know what I shall do with you to-night. Every bed in the
tavern up the street, where I stop, is full. I shall sleep with
another teamster."

"Never mind me! I can sleep in the wagon. I have slept in worse places
than that."

"I will fix a place for you, then."

After they had prepared his bed, Harry drew out his basket, and
proceeded to eat his supper. He then took a walk down Washington
Street, with John, went to an auction, and otherwise amused himself
till after nine o'clock, when he returned to the stable.

After John had left him, as he was walking towards the wagon, with the
intention of retiring for the night, his foot struck against something
which attracted his attention. He kicked it once or twice, to
determine what it was, and then picked it up.

"By gracious!" he exclaimed; "it is a pocketbook. My fortune is made;"
and without stopping to consider the matter any further, he scrambled
into the wagon.

His heart jumped with excitement, for his vivid imagination had
already led him to the conclusion that it was stuffed full of money.
It might contain a hundred dollars, perhaps five hundred; and these
sums were about as far as his ideas could reach.

He could buy a suit of new clothes, a new cap, new shoes, and be as
spruce as any of the boys he had seen about the city. Then he could go
to a boarding house, and live like a prince, till he could get a place
that suited him; for Harry, however rich he might be, did not think of
living without labor of some kind. He could dress himself up in fine
broadcloth, present himself at the jeweler's shop where they wanted a
boy, and then see whether he would make a good scarecrow.

Then his thoughts reverted to the cabin, where he had slept two
nights, and, of course, to the little angel, who had supplied the
commissary department during his sojourn in the woods. He could dress
himself up with the money in the pocketbook, and, after a while, when
he got a place, take the stage for Rockville. Wouldn't she be
astonished to see him then, in fine broadcloth! Wouldn't she walk with
him over to the spot where he had killed the black snake! Wouldn't she
be proud to tell her father that this was the boy she had fed in the
woods!

What would she say to him? He had promised to write to her when he got
settled, and tell her how he got along, and whether he was good or
not. What should he say? How glad she would be to hea