Roxy Hastings — page 47: what you’re looking at

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— 38 ROXY HASTINGS. stood at the manger, and Phil took out the roll of bills and counted it, laying them down as he did so. They were all fives and tens, and not many of those. He counted up to seventy dollars, and the roll was out. He looked in a frightened way into the wallet, took out a five, a two, and a one, from another compartment of it, and laid them with the rest, and again looked through the book. “What does this mean?” he asked, quickly. “Here’s only seventy-eight dollars im all. Where’s your thousand dollars? No more tricks, Phil. We’ve had enough of them.” : “But by thunder! that’s all there is—every dollar !” There was something in the younger robber’s disap- pointed look which staggered Rooke, and nearly convinced him of the other’s truth. It was presently confirmed. On searching the wallet further they found Ogilvie’s check on a New York bank for nine hundred dollars, payable to the order of Charles Lee. They were dumfounded. Only one hundred of the thousand dollars had been paid in money, and of that Lee had already paid thirty to the farmer for Roxy’s board. Seventy-eight dollars was all the fruit of their villainous plot, for the check was of no more value to them than so much blank paper. Grumbling and mortified, they divided the small spoils, and dismissed their dreams of speculation. “T thought the fellow was cool about the loss of a thou- sand dollars,” said Rooke. “Blast him! I feel as though I should like to take it out of his hide.” , ‘Maybe he’ll come back again with a bigger pile. He is a greenhorn, and don’t ’spect us.” “1 don’t know about that.” sk : *K K % * * ** Charley Lee did not find his friend Ogilvie at the house of Captain Smith, but he learned that he had gone to the county seat to examine the records in regard to the title of the land which he had agreed to buy. The young man followed him there—the village was about ten miles distant—and found him in the afternoon of the same day. He had only to name his embarrassment to have it reme-- died. “IT have not much money with me,” said Ogilvie, “but (Efe) comicbooks