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Alger, Horatio, Jr.

"The Cash Boy"

Not far off was a barn, looking even more dilapidated than the house.


? ? ? ? At the front door, instead of knocking--there was no bell--Graves drew a rusty key from his pocket and inserted it in the lock. They found themselves in a small entry, uncarpeted and dingy.


? ? ? ? "We'll go upstairs," said Graves.


? ? ? ? Arrived on the landing, he threw open a door, and ushered in our hero.


? ? ? ? "This will be your room," he said.


? ? ? ? Frank looked around in dismay.


? ? ? ? It was a large, square room, uncarpeted, and containing only a bed, two chairs and a washstand, all of the cheapest and rudest manufacture.


? ? ? ? "I hope you will soon feel at home here," said Graves. "I'll go down and see if I can find something to eat."


? ? ? ? He went out, locking the door behind him


? ? ? ? "What does this mean?" thought Frank, with a strange sensation.




Chapter XVII - Frank And His Jailer


? ? ? ? It was twenty minutes before Frank, waiting impatiently, heard the steps of his late companion ascending the stairs.


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