'Come, Bradley, wake up!' he cried. 'The sun is high, and it is time we were on our way.'

 

Bradley stretched himself, took a long breath, and said:

 

'I must have had a long sleep.'

 

'Yes, you dropped off as soon as you lay down, and have slept ever since.'

 

'And did you sleep as soundly?'

 

'No, I was awake twice during the night,' answered Ben.

 

'I don't know how it is, but I am sleepy still. Seems to me I don't stand fatigue as well as you. I am sleepy yet, and feel as if I could sleep all the forenoon.'

 

'The effects of the drug,' thought Ben.

 

Ben considered whether he should tell Bradley what had happened during the night. He decided briefly to say a few words about it in a whisper, and postpone a full explanation till later, for their hostess was below, and could hear any loud word that might be uttered. Bradley was instructed that he must claim to have lost five dollars.

 

'But I had a hundred,' said Bradley, feeling in his pockets.

 

'It's all right,' whispered Ben. 'I'll explain by and by. Not a word of the loss till after breakfast.'

 

Bradley was quite bewildered, and utterly failed to understand the situation. But he had considerable faith in his young companion, and was willing to follow Ben's instructions. They descended the ladder, Ben in advance.

 

The woman looked at them sharply, to see if they had yet discovered the robbery, but each seemed unconcerned.

 

'They don't know it yet,' she said to herself.

 

'Madam, can you give us some breakfast?' asked Ben politely.

 

'I'll give you such as I have,' said Mrs. Carter, feeling a little remorse for her husband's theft, and pity for what she supposed their penniless condition.

 

'That will be perfectly satisfactory, and we shall be much obliged to you.'

 

The breakfast was nearly ready in anticipation of their needs, and they partook of it heartily.

 

Now came the critical moment.

 

Ben thrust his hand into his pocket, appearing to search for his money, and, after a brief space, withdrew it in apparent dismay.

 

'I can't find my money,' he said.

 

Mrs. Carter's face flushed, but she said nothing. She anticipated their suspicion, and was ashamed.

 

'Bradley,' said Ben, 'have you your money?'

 

Jake Bradley repeated the search, and he, too, expressed surprise.

 

'I had it when I went to bed,' he added.

 

'What is it?' asked the woman slowly, turning to them a troubled face. 'Have you lost anything?'

 

'I don't seem to find my money, ma'am,' answered Bradley.

 

'Nor I mine,' said Ben. 'It's curious.'

 

Mrs. Carter could not tell by their manner whether they suspected anything, but she had her story ready. It was an invention, but life with Jack Carter had left her few compunctions about such a simple matter as telling a lie.

 

'I missed something myself,' she said. 'We don't lock our door of nights, and I reckon some tramp got in last night, when we were asleep, and robbed us all. Have you lost much, you two?'

 

'Not much, ma'am. There wasn't much to take.'

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