"A collection taken up for my ward?" repeated Fox, pricking up his
ears. "Well, well! that is news."

John Fox was already on his way back to the road. He was anxious to
find his ward.




CHAPTER III

HARRY DISAGREES WITH HIS GUARDIAN


Harry and his guardian met at the dinner table. Mrs. Fox had provided
a boiled dinner, to which Harry was ready to do justice.

Mr. Fox seemed unusually pleasant.

"I find, Harry," he said, clearing his throat, "that you have already
been distinguishing yourself."

"Then you heard of the narrow escape of the train?" said Harry.

"Yes, I heard that but for your presence of mind, and Mrs. Brock's
tablecloth, there would have been a smash-up."

"What on earth are you talkin' about, John Fox?" demanded his wife,
curiously.