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β€œI would put it between the mattresses. If anyone should get into the room, they would seize the carpet-bag first, and, perhaps, make off before they could be stopped.”

β€œI don't know but you are right,” said Mr. Carroll. β€œPerhaps it will be well to put my watch in the same place.”

β€œYes, sir; I think it would be well.”

β€œYou see, Herbert,” continued the old gentleman, β€œhow much confidence I repose in you. Knowing where my watch and money are, it would be very easy for you to secure both, and leave me here, destitute and helpless.”

β€œBut you don't think there is any danger of my doing so?”

β€œNo,” said the old gentleman. β€œThough our acquaintance is so recent, I feel great confidence in you. As I cannot see the face, I have learned to judge of the character by the tone of the voice, and I am very much mistaken if you are not thoroughly honest and trustworthy.”

β€œThank you, sir,” said Herbert, his face flushed with pleasure at this evidently sincere commendation. β€œYou shall not repent your confidence.”

β€œI am sure of that, Herbert,” said Mr. Carroll, kindly. β€œBut I must bid you good-night. This has been a fatiguing day, and I shall lose no time in getting to sleep.”

β€œGood-night. I hope you will sleep well, sir,” said Herbert. β€œThere won't be much sleep for me,” he thought.

Mr. Carroll lay down, and his deep, tranquil breathing soon assured our hero that he was asleep. He rose from his bed and examined the windows. All but one were provided with fastenings. But the one on the right-hand side of his bed could be raised from the outside without difficulty.

β€œI wish I had a nail,” thought Herbert. β€œI could soon make it fast.”

But there was none in the room, and he did not wish to go downstairs for one, since he would probably meet the stranger, who would then learn what precautions he was taking, and so, perhaps, vary his attack.

β€œThat window will need watching,” thought Herbert. β€œI wonder whether I shall be able to keep awake.”

The excitement of his situation, and, perhaps, the strong tea, to which he was unaccustomed, helped him to remain vigilant. His mind was active and on the alert, and his ears were open to catch the least sound.

It was only half-past ten. Probably the attempt to enter the room would not be made before twelve, at least, in order to insure their being asleep.

Herbert examined his pistol. It was in excellent order, and was provided with two barrels, both of which he loaded. Thus, he would have a double chance to defend himself. He did not remove all his clothing, but kept on his pants, in order to be prepared for emergencies.

There was an hour and a half to wait before midnight. The minutes passed slowly. Herbert for a time heard the murmur of voices in the barroom below, then steps ascended the stairs, and, after a while, all was hushed.

β€œI wish the fellow would come quick,” he thought, β€œif he is coming at all, so that it might be all over, and I might go to sleep.”

Time sped on. Herbert could hear the village clock striking twelve; but still all around remained quiet.

It might have been a half an hour later when he heard a slight noise, as he thought, under the window. Jumping softly out of bed, he took a peep out. It was just light enough for him to distinguish a dark form moving about, bearing something, which he soon perceived to be a ladder. That it was the black-whiskered man who had followed them, he did not doubt, and he felt confident that he intended to place the ladder against the window. He was not mistaken. He heard the top of the ladder softly inclined against the house, and then he felt that the critical moment, which was to test his courage, was close at hand.

Herbert's heart began to beat rapidly. He felt that he was taking upon himself a fearful responsibility in shooting this man, as he would probably be obliged to do in self-defense. But one thing he resolved upon. He would not take his life. He would only use such a degree of violence as should be absolutely necessary. He would even give him a chance by firing the first barrel in the air, in hope of frightening the robber. If that failed, he must wound him. There was little time for these thoughts to pass through his mind, for all the while the man was creeping up the ladder.

Herbert had moved a little aside, that he might not be seen.

Soon he perceived, by the indistinct light, the face of the stranger rising above the window-sill. Next, the window was slowly raised, and he began to make preparations to enter the room. Then Herbert felt that it was time for him to appear.

Stepping intrepidly to the window, he said: β€œI know your purpose. Unless you go down instantly, I will shoot you.”

There was no tremor in his voice as he said this. Courage came with the occasion, and his tone was resolute, and self-possessed.

β€œSo you're awake, are you, my chicken?” was the reply. β€œIf you know what's best for yourself, you'll hand over the old man's money, and save me the trouble of getting in.”

β€œNever!” said Herbert, firmly.

β€œThen I will take it myself, and give you something to remember me by, you little fool!”

He placed his knee on the window-sill, and prepared to jump in.

β€œOne step farther,” said Herbert, resolutely, β€œand I fire!”

He displayed the pistol, at the sight of which the burglar hesitated.

β€œHold on a bit,” said he, pausing. β€œI'll give you some of the plunder, if you'll put up that shooting iron, and make no trouble.”

β€œDo you think me a villain, like yourself?” asked Herbert.

β€œBy β€”β€”, you shall repent this,” said the robber, with an oath, and he made another attempt to enter.

Click!

There was a sharp report, but Herbert had fired in the air, and the burglar was unhurt.

β€œConfusion!” he exclaimed; β€œthat will raise the house!”

Then, espying the carpet-bag, he determined to jump in, seize it, and get away before the people in the house were fairly awake. As for the pistol, that had been discharged, and he supposed that nothing was to be feared from it. But he reckoned without his host. As he put one leg over, and had all but succeeded in getting in, Herbert fired once more, this time hitting him in the shoulder. He uttered a shriek of pain, and, losing his hold, tumbled backward to the ground.

The two reports alarmed the house.

β€œWhat's the matter?” exclaimed Mr. Carroll, awakened and alarmed.

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