“Did you collect any money, Ben?” asked Simon, who chanced to be standing at the door when our hero drove up.

“Yes, sir; I collected twenty-five dollars, but came near losing it on the way home.”

“How was that?  I hope you were not careless.”

“No, except in taking a stranger as a passenger.  When we got to that piece of woods a mile back, he asked me for all the money I had.”

“A highwayman, and so near Pentonville!” ejaculated Simon Crawford.  “What was he like?”

“A regular tramp.”

“Yet you say you have the money.  How did you manage to keep it from him?”

Ben detailed the stratagem of which he made use.

“You did well,” said the storekeeper approvingly.  “I must give you a dollar for the one you sacrificed.”

“But sir, it was bad money.  I couldn’t have passed it.”

“That does not matter.  You are entitled to some reward for the courage and quick wit you displayed.  Here is a dollar, and—­let me see, there is an entertainment at the Town Hall this evening, isn’t there?”

“Yes, sir.  Prof.  Harrington, the magician, gives an entertainment,” said Ben eagerly.

“At what time does it commence?”

“At eight o’clock.”

“You may leave the store at half-past seven.  That will give you enough time to get there.”

“Thank you, sir.  I wanted to go to the entertainment, but did not like to ask for the evening.”

“You have earned it.  Here is the dollar,” and Mr. Crawford handed the money to his young clerk, who received it gratefully.

A magical entertainment may be a very common affair to my young readers in the city, but in a country village it is an event.  Pentonville was too small to have any regular place of amusement, and its citizens were obliged to depend upon traveling performers, who, from time to time, engaged the Town Hall.  Some time had elapsed since there had been any such entertainment, and Prof.  Harrington was the more likely to be well patronized.  Ben, who had the love of amusement common to boys of his age, had been regretting the necessity of remaining in the store till nine o’clock, and therefore losing his share of amusement when, as we have seen, an opportunity suddenly offered.

“I am glad I met the tramp, after all,” he said to himself.  “He has brought me luck.”

At supper he told is mother what had befallen him, but she tool a more serious view of it than he did.

“He might have murdered you, Ben,” she said with a shudder.

“Oh, no; he wouldn’t do that.  He might have stolen Mr. Crawford’s money; that was the most that was likely to happen.”

“I didn’t think there were highwaymen about here.  Now I shall be worrying about you.”

“Don’t do that mother; I don’t feel in any danger.  Still, if you think it best, I will carry a pistol.”

“No, no, Ben! it might go off and kill you.  I would rather run the risk of a highwayman.  I wonder if the man is prowling about in the neighborhood yet?”