Brave and Bold - The Fortunes of Robert Rushton by Horatio Alger
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In the afternoon the old man stayed around home. He did not dare to leave it lest Ben should take a fancy to search the house, and come upon some of his secret hoards, for people were right in reporting that he hid his money. At last evening came. With visible discomposure the old man showed Ben to a room. "You can sleep there," he said, pointing to a cot bed in the corner of the room. "All right, uncle. Good-night!" "Good-night!" said Paul Nichols. He went out and closed the door behind him. He not only closed it, but locked it, having secretly hidden the key in his pocket. He chuckled softly to himself as he went downstairs. His nephew was securely disposed of for the night, being fastened in his chamber. But if he expected Ben Haley quietly to submit to this incarceration he was entirely mistaken in that individual. The latter heard the key turn in the lock, and comprehended at once his uncle's stratagem. Instead of being angry, he was amused. "So my simple-minded uncle thinks he has drawn my teeth, does he? I'll give him a scare." He began to jump up and down on the chamber floor in his heavy boots, which, as the floor was uncarpeted, made a terrible noise, The old man |
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