"It is the one I"m in. I earn a hundred dollars a month."
"If you are earning as much as that, I shouldn"t think you"d need to steal tin boxes."
"There wasn"t much in it. Only a hundred dollars in money."
"You are not telling me the truth. There were four hundred dollars in it."
"What was that you said?" asked Martin, p.r.i.c.king up his ears.
"There were four hundred dollars in it."
"How do you know?"
"Mr. Turner told me so."
"Smith told me there were only a hundred. He opened it, and gave me half."
"Then he gave you fifty, and kept three hundred and fifty himself."
"If I thought that, I"d smash his head!" said Martin, angrily. "Make me run all the risk, and then cheat me out of my hard earnin"s. Do you call that fair?"
"I think he"s been cheating you," said Rufus, not sorry to see Martin"s anger with his confederate.
"It"s a mean trick," said Martin, indignantly. "I"d ought to have got two hundred. It was worth it."
"I wouldn"t do what you did for a good deal more than two hundred dollars. You haven"t told me what that business was that I could earn fifteen dollars a week at."
"No," said Martin, "I"ve changed my mind about it. If Smith"s goin" to serve me such a mean trick, I won"t work for him no longer. I"ll speak to him about it to-morrow."
Martin relapsed into silence. Rufus had given him something to think about, which disturbed him considerably. Though he had been disappointed in the contents of the box, he had not for a moment doubted the good faith of his confederate, and he was proportionately incensed now that the latter had appropriated seven dollars to his one. Considering that he had done all the work, and incurred all the danger, it did seem rather hard.
There was one bed in the room, rather a narrow one.
"I"m goin" to bed," said Martin, at length. "I guess the bed"ll be big enough for us both."
"Thank you," said Rufus, who did not fancy the idea of sleeping with his step-father. "If you"ll give me one of the pillows, I"ll sleep on the floor."
"Just as you say, but you"ll find it rather hard sleepin"."
"I shan"t mind."
This was the arrangement they adopted. Martin took off his coat and vest, and threw himself on the bed. He was soon asleep, as his heavy breathing clearly indicated. Rufus, stretched on the floor, lay awake longer. It occurred to him that he might easily take the key of the door from the pocket of Martin"s vest, which lay on the chair at his bedside, and so let himself out of the room. But even then it would be uncertain whether he could get out of the house, and he would have to leave the tin box behind him. This he hoped to get hold of through Humpy"s a.s.sistance. On the whole, therefore, it seemed best to wait a little longer.
CHAPTER XXIII.
ESCAPE.
Humpy made up his mind to accept our hero"s offer. Fifty dollars was to him a small fortune, and he saw no reason why he should not earn it. The brutal treatment he had received from Smith removed all the objections he had at first felt.
Now, how was he going to fulfil his part of the compact?
To release Rufus would be comparatively easy. He happened to know that the key of his own room in the attic would also fit the door of the chamber in which our hero was confined. The difficulty was to get possession of the tin box. He did not even know where it was concealed, and must trust to his own sagacity to find out.
To this end he watched his employer carefully whenever he got a chance to do so without being observed, hoping he might take the box out from its place of concealment. Finally Smith noticed the boy"s glances, and said, roughly, "What are you looking at, boy? Do you think you shall know me the next time you see me?"
Humpy did not reply, but this made him more careful.
In the morning he took up our hero"s breakfast, meeting Martin on his way downstairs.
"Well," said Rufus, eagerly, as he entered the room, "have you found out anything about the box?"
"Not yet," said Humpy. "I"m tryin" to find where he"s hid it. I can let you out any time."
"How?"
"I"ve got a key that fits this lock."
"That"s well, but I"d rather wait till I can carry the box with me."
"I"ll do what I can," said Humpy. "I"m goin" to watch him sharp. I"d better go down now, or maybe he"ll be suspectin" something."
Humpy went downstairs, leaving Rufus to eat his breakfast. On his way down his attention was drawn by angry voices, proceeding from the room in which he had left Smith. He comprehended at once that Smith and Martin were having a dispute about something. He stood still and listened attentively, and caught the following conversation:--
"The boy tells me," said Martin, doggedly, "that there was four hundred dollars in the box. You only gave me fifty."
"Then the boy lies!" said Smith, irritated.
"I don"t believe he does," said Martin. "I don"t like him myself, but he aint in the habit of telling lies."
"Perhaps you believe him sooner than you do me."
"I don"t see where the three hundred dollars went," persisted Martin.
"Considerin" that I did all the work, fifty dollars was very small for me."
"You got half what there was. If there"d been more, you"d have got more."
"Why didn"t you wait and open the box when I was there?"
"Look here," said Smith, menacingly, "if you think I cheated you, you might as well say so right out. I don"t like beating around the bush."
"The boy says there was four hundred dollars. Turner told him so."
"Then Turner lies!" exclaimed Smith, who was the more angry, because the charge was a true one. "The box is just as it was when I opened it. I"ll bring it out and show you just where I found the money."
When Humpy heard this, his eyes sparkled with excitement and antic.i.p.ation. Now, if ever, he would find out the whereabouts of the tin box. Luckily for him the door was just ajar, and by standing on the upper part of the staircase he could manage to see into the room.