Meanwhile Harry, not knowing how narrowly he had escaped being robbed,
pursued his way to the railway.

"If I were only in my old home," he thought, "I would ask Mr. Howard
to take care of it for me. Then I should know it was all right."

He thought of the president of the railroad, to whom he was
principally indebted for the money.

"If I could only see him," he thought, "I would ask him to take care
of it for me."

What was his surprise, when, on reaching the depot, the first person
on whom his eyes fell was the very gentleman of whom he was thinking.

"How do you do, sir?" said Harry, politely.

"Ah, my young friend that saved the train!" said the president
cordially. "I hope you haven't spent the money you received on riotous
living."

"No. Will you take care of it for me? I don't want to spend it, and I
am afraid of losing it."

"Well, my boy, if you really desire it, I will take the money."

"I shall regard it as a very great favor."

No sooner said than done. They went into the depot and Harry, counting
out two hundred and fifty dollars, passed it over to the president.