Horatio Alger

“ This tickled the old farmer and he agreed to remain over until the next noon. Then Henry Davis dragged the old man around to various points of interest and grew more familiar than ever.
While they were at the top of one of the big office buildings Henry Davis pretended to drop his pocketbook.
"How careless of me!" he cried.
"Got much in it?" queried Josiah Bean.
"Three thousand dollars."
"Do tell! It's a powerful sight o' money to carry so careless like."
"It is. Maybe you had better carry it for me, Mr. Bean." ”

“ I guess it's six hundred after all," answered the slick- looking individual, passing over the wallet.
They hurried to the elevator and got into quite a crowd of people.
"Wait for me here," said Henry Davis, as they walked past the side corridor. "I want to step in yonder office and send a message to a friend."
He ran off, leaving the old farmer by himself. Josiah Bean looked around him nervously. ”

“ Davis a minute ago."
"Where?"
"Around the corner, walking as fast as he could."
"He's got my money! Oh, I must catch him!"
"I'll help you," answered Joe, with vigor. "I thought he looked like a slick one," he added. ”