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Jr. Horatio Alger Dean Dunham; Or, the Waterford Mystery

They blindfolded me, and took me, to a cavern, where they left me in charge of a negro named Pompey."
"What could be their object?" asked Rawson. "You are sure you're not romancing, boy?"
"I wish I were, but the cave exists, just as certainly as I do."
"But of what use is it?"
"I think it is a hiding-place for their booty," answered Dean, and he gave an account of the chest which he had opened, and the nature of its contents.
"Why didn't you take a handful of the gold?" asked Rawson.
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Jr. Horatio Alger Dean Dunham; Or, the Waterford Mystery

In the evening Dean spoke to his uncle about the matter.
"Uncle Adin," he said, "Squire Bates holds a mortgage on this place, doesn't he?"
"Yes, Dean," answered his uncle, sadly.
"For how much?"
"Eight hundred dollars. I meant to pay off the mortgage with the thousand dollars that I was robbed of. I always feel uneasy when I think of our home being at the mercy of any one, no matter who it is."
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Jr. Horatio Alger Dean Dunham; Or, the Waterford Mystery

The poor woman went out of the room, and raised her apron to her eyes.
"Poor Adin is clean upset!" she murmured. "It isn't enough that he's lost his money, he must lose his mind too. Misfortunes never come singly, as my poor old father used to say.
"Dean," she continued when they were alone, "your uncle still sticks to his story that Squire Bates robbed him."
"Aunt Sarah," answered Dean gravely, "a thousand dollars would tempt almost anybody!"
"Dean, you don't mean to hint that the squire would rob anybody!"
"I don't know, aunt. A good many strange things happen in the world."
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