The mechanic looked respectfully at the owner of so much money.
"I dare say it"s more than I could earn in a year," he said.
"I dare say you are right, my friend," said the young man.
"Very well. Count out the money, and the bond is yours."
The exchange was made, and both parties seemed well satisfied.
Chase deposited the bond in an inside pocket and then, saying, carelessly, "I"ll go into the smoking car for a few minutes," rose from his seat.
But in the meantime Harry had returned to his own seat, and whispered a few words in the ear of the detective.
The latter sharply scrutinized the young man who called himself Chase, and said, in a low voice:
"I know him now. He"s an old offender. I thought there was something familiar in his appearance. I"ll look after you, my fine fellow."
He waited till the exchange had been effected, and the young man was on the point of leaving the car.
Then he rose, and, hurrying forward, placed his hand on the young man"s shoulder.
"A word with you, sir," he said.
"Really, sir, I don"t remember you."
"Perhaps not. I remember you. Do me the favor to return that bond to the man from whom you obtained it."
"It is mine. I have paid for it."
"With counterfeit money."
"Do you mean to insult me?" demanded Chase; but there was a sudden pallor on his face and a tremor in his voice.
"That will do, Jimmy Neal. I told you I knew you. That is an old trick of yours."
"Who are you?" asked the detected swindler, in a faltering voice.
"Pry, the detective."
"Will you let me go if I restore this bond?"
"No; there is another case I must inquire into--that of a farmer from whom you bought some coupons a day or two since, paying him in the same worthless rags. Sit down here," pointing to a vacant seat. "You may consider yourself under arrest."
Great was the consternation of the mechanic when he learned how nearly he had been swindled, and profuse were his thanks to Harry and the officer.
"Be more prudent the next time," said the latter, "and don"t sell bonds to a stranger in the cars again."
We may as well add that the traveling broker was duly tried, and sentenced to a term in State"s prison, and that enough good money was found on him to repay the farmer for the coupons he had imprudently parted with.
Greatly to his satisfaction, Harry was intrusted with the office of acquainting Simon Jones with the pleasant fact that his money would be restored to him.
CHAPTER XXIX
HARRY BECOMES A "BONDHOLDER."
When Harry entered the office of Mr. Wheeler, the lawyer was engaged with a client. He nodded pleasantly to our hero, and said:
"I shall be at leisure very soon. You will find the morning paper on that table."
When his interview with the client was over, he beckoned to Harry to approach.
"Well," he said, "thanks to your good management, we have triumphantly succeeded. The stolen property is recovered, and the thieves are in custody."
"It was not so much good management as good luck," said Harry.
"Partly both; but, however that may be, the owner of the property authorizes me to make a substantial acknowledgment for the service you have rendered him. Let me see--the reward offered was two hundred and fifty dollars."
"That"s too much, sir."
"The gentleman who gives it does not think so. Indeed, he authorizes me to somewhat exceed it. In this envelope"--here the lawyer produced a large-size package--"you will find two one-hundred-dollar government bonds and one fifty. The value of the three, at present prices, is nearer three hundred dollars than two hundred and fifty. I need not caution you to take good care of them."
"Are they for me?" asked Harry, his cheeks flushing with pleasure.
"Yes; they are six per cent. bonds, and will bring you fifteen dollars a year in interest--not quite enough to live upon," the lawyer added, with a smile, "but something to add to your income."
"I can hardly realize that I am worth so much money," said Harry, as he took the package and put it into his inside coat pocket.
"Have you a watch?" asked Mr. Wheeler.
"No, sir," replied Harry, in surprise.
"I thought not; and I, therefore, ask you to accept one as a gift, not from my client, but from me."
He produced a handsome silver watch, manufactured at Waltham, with a silver chain attached.
Now, Harry had long wanted a watch, but the prospect of obtaining one before he was of age had seemed very remote. At the moment, I think, the present of the watch gratified him as much as that of the bonds, though the latter were ten times as valuable.
"It is beautiful," he said; "but, Mr. Wheeler, why should you give me a present? The bonds were not yours."
"That is true, but they were under my charge, and I should have been seriously troubled had they not been recovered. Take the watch, my boy, and I hope it will please you as much to receive it as it does me to give it."
"Thank you, sir," said Harry, warmly. "It seems to me there is no end to my good fortune."
"Continue to deserve it, my boy, and I think it will continue. I must bid you good-morning now, as I have another appointment."