Like a bad dream did the trying experiences through which he had passed seem, and he actually pinched himself to see if, after all, it might not have been some sleep delusion.  But the pain of the sharp nip he gave himself satisfied him that he was indeed awake, and further evidence of the fact that his experiences had been all too real was given by the presence of the five-dollar bill in his pocket.

His pace had been rapid, and he was within two blocks of his guardian’s store, when he suddenly remembered that the basket full of groceries, which he had started out to deliver, had been left in the police station.

That his employer would berate him sharply for their loss, he was aware, yet he dared not go for them in the fear that he might be subjected to further unpleasantness.

His steps, however, grew slower and slower as he approached the store, which had been the only home he had known for years.  That his guardian knew of his arrest, the words of his champion to the magistrate had told him.  How his guardian would take the double blow of the loss of the groceries and his arrest, he did not know, but past experience told him that he could expect no sympathy, and perhaps a beating, and he was sorely tempted not to return at all, but to strike out for the great West of his hopes and ambitions.  In this moment of indecision, however, the admonition of the magistrate to return to his guardian recurred to him, and he felt that he would not be entitled to keep the five dollars did he not obey.

To Bob’s surprise, as he entered the store, not a soul was visible, but at the sound of his footsteps on the hard floor his guardian suddenly appeared from his private office, his shrewd face suffused by the ingratiating smirk he always put on when going to meet a prospective customer.  At the sight of his ward standing in the middle of the floor, however, he started, and then his face assumed a look of forbidding severity.

“What, you here!” the grocer exclaimed, as he regained control of himself.  “I thought—­that is, I was told—­I mean, I heard that you had been arrested, and I didn’t expect to see you again for some time; that is—­I mean not here in the store.  If you had been sent to prison I should, of course, have gone to see you.”

Never before had Bob seen his guardian so ill at ease, and from his knowledge of the man, he decided that his entrance must have interrupted him when he was engaged at some unusual task.  But how to meet the situation, Bob did not know, and he was vainly striving to think of the right thing to say when their relations were brought back to their normal plane by his guardian snarling: 

“What did you do with my delivery basket?  Did you leave it with the groceries, or didn’t you even deliver them?”

The subtle cruelty of this remark stung Bob to the quick.  It was the straw that broke his endurance of the long term of abuse and harsh words to which he had been subjected.