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correctly that a miser would wish, from time to time, to unearth his treasure for the pleasure of looking at it. But there was no indication of disturbance. The hearth bore a uniform appearance, and did not seem to have been tampered with.

      "That isn't the right spot," reflected the visitor. "Perhaps there's a plank in the floor that raises, or, still more likely, the gold is buried in the cellar. I've a great mind to go down there."

      He lit a candle, and went cautiously down the rickety staircase. But he had hardly reached the bottom of the stairs, when he caught the sound of a wagon entering the yard.

      "That must be my uncle," he said. "I'd better go up, and not let him catch me down here."

      He ascended the stairs, and re-entered the room just as the farmer opened the door and entered.

      On seeing a tall, bearded stranger, whom he did not recognize, standing before him in his own kitchen, with a lighted candle in his hand, Paul Nichols uttered a shrill cry of alarm, and ejaculated:

      "Thieves! Murder! Robbers!" in a quavering voice.

      CHAPTER IX.

      THE UNWELCOME GUEST

      The stranger was in rather an awkward predicament. However, he betrayed neither embarrassment nor alarm. Blowing out the candle, he advanced to the table and set it down. This movement brought him nearer Paul Nichols, who, with the timidity natural to an old man, anticipated an immediate attack.

      "Don't kill me! Spare my life!" he exclaimed, hastily stepping back.

      "I see you don't know me, Uncle Paul?" said the intruder, familiarly.

      "Who are you that call me Uncle Paul?" asked the old man, somewhat reassured.

      "Benjamin Haley, your sister's son. Do you know me now?"

      "You Ben Haley!" exclaimed the old man, betraying surprise. "Why, you are old enough to be his father."

      "Remember, Uncle Paul, I am eighteen years older than when you saw me last. Time brings changes, you know. When I saw you last, you were a man in the prime of life, now you are a feeble old man."

      "Are you really Ben Haley?" asked the old man, doubtfully.

      "To be sure I am. I suppose I look to you more like a bearded savage. Well, I'm not responsible for my looks. Not finding you at home, I took the liberty of coming in on the score of relationship."

      "What, were you doing with that candle?" asked Paul, suspiciously.

      "I went down cellar with it."

      "Down cellar!" repeated his uncle, with a look of alarm which didn't escape his nephew. "What for?"

      "In search of something to eat. All I could find in the closet was a dry loaf, which doesn't look very appetizing."

      "There's nothing down cellar. Don't go there again," said the old man, still uneasy.

      His nephew looked at him shrewdly.

      "Ha, Uncle Paul! I've guessed your secret so quick," he said to himself. "Some of your money is hidden away in the cellar, I'm thinking."

      "Where do you keep your provisions, then?" he said aloud.

      "The loaf is all I have."

      "Come, Uncle Paul, you don't mean that. That's a scurvy welcome to give a nephew you haven't seen for eighteen years. I'm going to stay to dinner with you, and you must give me something better than that. Haven't you got any meat in the house?"

      "No."

      Just then Ben Haley, looking from the window, saw some chickens in the yard. His eye lighted up at the discovery.

      "Ah, there is a nice fat chicken," he said. "We'll have a chicken dinner. Shall it be roast or boiled?"

      "No, no," said the old farmer, hastily. "I can't spare them. They'll bring a good price in the market by and by."

      "Can't help it, Uncle Paul. Charity begins at home. Excuse me a minute, I'll be back directly."

      He strode to the door and out into the yard. Then, after a little maneuvering, he caught a chicken, and going to the block, seized the ax, and soon decapitated it.

      "What have you done?" said Paul, ruefully, for the old man had followed his nephew, and was looking on in a very uncomfortable frame of mind.

      "Taken the first step toward a good dinner," said the other, coolly. "I am not sure but we shall want two."

      "No, no!" said Paul, hastily. "I haven't got much appetite."

      "Then perhaps we can make it do. I'll just get it ready, and cook it myself. I've knocked about in all sorts of places, and it won't be the first time I've served as cook. I've traveled some since I saw you last."

      "Have you?" said the old man, who seemed more interested in the untimely death of the pullet than in his nephew's adventures.

      "Yes, I've been everywhere. I spent a year in Australia at the gold diggings."

      "Did you find any?" asked his uncle, for the first time betraying interest.

      "Some, but I didn't bring away any."

      Ben Haley meanwhile was rapidly stripping the chicken of its feathers. When he finished, he said, "Now tell me where you keep your vegetables, Uncle Paul?"

      "They're in the corn barn. You can't get in. It's locked."

      "Where's the key?"

      "Lost."

      "I'll get in, never fear," said the intruder, and he led the way to the corn barn, his uncle unwillingly following and protesting that it would be quite impossible to enter.

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