AN IMPUDENT ADVENTURER.


While Rodney was talking with Mike Flynn he was an object of attention
to a man who stood near the corner of Barclay Street, and was ostensibly
looking in at the window of the drug store. As Rodney turned away he
recognized him at once as his enterprising fellow traveler who had taken
possession of the casket of jewels.

He did not care to keep up an acquaintance with him, and started to
cross the street. But the other came forward smiling, and with a nod
said: "I believe you are the young man I met yesterday in the cars and
afterwards at Kentville?"

"Yes, sir."

"I just wanted to tell you that I had got back my jewel box, the one for
which I mistook yours."

"Indeed!" said Rodney, who did not believe a word the fellow said.

"Quite an amusing mistake, I made."

"It might have proved serious to me."

"Very true, as I shouldn't have known where to find you to restore your
property."

"I don't think that would have troubled you much," thought Rodney.
"Where did you find your box?" he asked.