Herbert lay down upon the bed, but did not immediately go to sleep.  He could not help thinking of his new home, and the new circumstances in which he was placed.  He did not feel very well contented, and felt convinced from what he had already seen of Mr. Holden, that he should never like him.  Then thoughts of his mother, and of her constant and tender love, and the kind face he would never more see on earth, swept over him, and almost unmanned him.  To have had her still alive he would have been content to live on dry bread and water.

He thought, too, of the doctor’s family and their kindness.  How different it would have been if he might have continued to find a home with them!  But when he was tempted to repine, the thought of his mother’s Christian instructions came to him, and he was comforted by the reflection, that whatever happened to him was with the knowledge of his Father in heaven, who would not try him above his strength.

Try and trust!  That was almost the last advice his mother had given him, as the surest way of winning the best success.

“Yes,” he thought, “I will try and trust, and leave the rest with God.”

Meanwhile Mr. Holden had not been able to keep out of his head the five dollars which he knew Herbert possessed.  He was a mean man, and wished to appropriate it to his own use.  Besides this, he was a stubborn man, and our hero’s resistance only made him the more determined to triumph over his opposition by fair means or foul.  It struck him that it would be a good idea to take advantage of our hero’s slumber, and take the money quietly from his pocketbook while he was unconscious.

Accordingly, about eleven o’clock, he went softly up the attic stairs with a candle in his hand, and, with noiseless steps, approached the bed.  Herbert’s regular breathing assured him that he was asleep.  Abner Holden took up his pants and felt for his pocketbook.  He found it, and drew it out with exultation.

“Aha!” he thought; “I’ve got it.”

But this brief exultation was succeeded by quick disappointment.  The pocketbook proved to be quite empty.

“Curse it!” muttered Abner, “what has the boy done with his money?”

It was at this moment that Herbert, his eyes possibly affected by the light, awoke, and he discovered his employer examining his pocketbook.

His first feeling was indignation, but the sight of Abner Holden’s disappointed face amused him, and he determined not to reveal his wakefulness, but to watch, him quietly.

“Perhaps he’s got two pocketbooks,” thought Abner.  But in this he was mistaken.

Next he went to Herbert’s trunk, and tried it, but found it locked.

“I wonder where he keeps the key,” was his next thought.

He searched Herbert’s pockets, but the search was in vain.

“Plague take the young rascal!” he muttered, loud enough for Herbert to hear.