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living in the small house near by, so that the speaker's surmise was correct. It struck John Fox as possible, and he said so.
"I guess I'll go and ask the Widder Brock," he said. "She must have seen the train, livin' so near as she does."
"I'll go along with you."
The two men soon found themselves on Mrs. Brock's premises.
"Good-mornin,' Mrs. Brock," said John Fox.
"You've come nigh havin' a causality here."
"You're right there, Mr. Fox," answered Mrs. Brock. "I was awful skeered about it, for I thought my Nancy might be on the train. When the boy run into my yard----"
"The boy! What boy?" asked Fox, eagerly.
"It was that boy you are guardeen of."
"What, Harry Vane?" ejaculated Fox, in genuine surprise.
"Tell me all about it, Mrs. Brock."
"Well, you see, he ran into my yard all out of breath, and grabbin' a red tablecloth from the line, asked me if I would lend it to him. 'Land sakes!' says I, 'what do you want of a tablecloth?'"
"'The track's washed away,' he said, 'and I want to signal the train. There's danger of an accident.' Of course, I let him have it, and he did signal the train, standin' on the fence, and wavin' the tablecloth. So the train was saved!"
"And did he bring back the tablecloth?"
"Of course, he did, and that wasn't all. He brought me a ten-dollar bill to pay for the use of it."
"Gave you a ten-dollar bill!" exclaimed John Fox, in amazement. "That was very wrong."
"You hadn't no claim on the money if you are his guardeen. A collection was took up by the passengers, and given to the boy, and he thought I ought to have pay for use of the tablecloth, so he gave me a ten-dollar bill--and a little gentleman he is, too."
"A collection taken up for my ward?" repeated Fox, pricking up his ears. "Well, well! that is news."
John Fox was already on his way back to the road. He was anxious to find his ward.

CHAPTER III
HARRY DISAGREES WITH HIS GUARDIAN
Harry and his guardian met at the dinner table. Mrs. Fox had provided a boiled dinner, to which Harry was ready to do justice.
Mr. Fox seemed unusually pleasant.
"I find, Harry," he said, clearing his throat, "that you have already been distinguishing yourself."
"Then you heard of the narrow escape of the train?" said Harry.
"Yes, I heard that but for your presence of mind, and Mrs. Brock's tablecloth, there would have been a smash-up."
"What on earth are you talkin' about, John Fox?" demanded his wife, curiously.
"Well, you see, Maria, the rain of last night washed away part of the railroad track, and the train would have been plunged into a gully if our young boarder here hadn't seen the danger, and, borrowin' a tablecloth from Mrs. Brock, signaled the train."
"You don't say?"
"That isn't all," resumed John Fox. "The passengers took up a contribution, and I expect gave quite a handsome sum to our young friend."
"How much did the folks give you?" asked Joel eagerly.
"I've got fifteen dollars left," he replied. "I gave some money to Mrs. Brock for the use of the tablecloth."
John Fox looked disappointed and disgusted.
"You don't mean to say," he ejaculated, sharply, "that you gave away almost half of your money for the use of an old tablecloth that would be dear at a dollar?"
"If I hadn't had the tablecloth, I couldn't have attracted the engineer's attention," said Harry, mildly.
There was a little more conversation on the subject, but Harry remained tranquil, and did not appear disturbed by the criticisms elicited by his conduct. He heartily hoped that his guardian's family would not find out how large a sum he had received.
When dinner was over, Harry was about to leave the house, when John Fox said, insinuatingly: "Don't you think you'd better give me that money to keep for you? It will be safer in my hands."
"Thank you, Mr. Fox," said Harry, "but I think I can take care of it myself."
"Fifteen dollars is a good deal of money for a boy like you to carry round with you," said his guardian.
"I don't think I shall lose it, sir," replied the boy.
"Perhaps not, but you will be tempted to spend it wastefully."
John Fox didn't look amiable. He was in doubt whether he might not properly take from his ward the money by force, but it occurred to him that it would be better not to assert his authority quite so soon.
"We will speak of this again," he said.
"It is well I didn't bring all the money home. I wonder how soon Mr. Fox will make another attempt to secure the sum I have with me," thought Harry.
The attempt was made that same night.
Harry was afraid he would be expected to occupy the same room with Joel, in which case he could hope for no