The Errand Boy; or, How Phil Brent Won Success by Horatio Alger, Jr. Chapter 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34

”I am glad Mr. Carter is all right,“ said Phil. ”Now tell me why you have taken such pains to get me here?“

”Why, as to that,“ said his companion, ”there were at least two hundred good reasons.“

Phil turned pale, for he understood now that in some way his secret was known.

”What do you mean?“ he asked, not wholly able to conceal his perturbed feelings.

”You know well enough, boy,“ said the other significantly. ”You’ve got two hundred dollars in your pocket. I want it.“

”Are you a thief, then?“ said Phil, with perhaps imprudent boldness.

”Just take care what you say. I won’t be insulted by such a whipper-snapper as you. You’d better not call names. Hand over that money!“

”How do you know I have any money?“ Phil asked, trying to gain a little time for deliberation.

”No matter. Hand it over, I say!“

”Don’t take it!“ said Phil, agitated. ”It isn’t mine!“

”Then you needn’t mind giving it up.“

”It belongs to Mr. Carter.“

”He has plenty more.“

”But he will think I took it. He will think I am dishonest.“

”That is nothing to me.“

”Let me go,“ pleaded Phil, ”and I will never breathe a word about your wanting to rob me. You know you might get into trouble for it.“

”That’s all bosh! The money, I say!“ said the man sternly.

”I won’t give it to you!“ said Phil boldly.

”You won’t, hey? Then I shall have to take it. If I hurt you, you will have yourself to blame.“

So saying the man seized Phil, and then a struggle ensued, the boy defending himself as well as he could. He made a stouter resistance than the thief anticipated, and the latter became irritated with the amount of trouble he had to take it. I should be glad to report that Phil made a successful defense, but this was hardly to be expected. He was a strong boy, but he had to cope with a strong man, and though right was on his side, virtue in his case had to succumb to triumphant vice.

Phil was thrown down, and when prostrate, with the man’s knee on his breast, the latter succeeded in stripping him of the money he had so bravely defended.

”There, you young rascal!“ he said, as he rose to his feet; ”you see how much good you have done. You might as well have given up the money in the first place.“

”It was my duty to keep it from you, if I could,“ said Phil, panting with his exertions.

”Well, if that’s any satisfaction to you, you’re welcome to it.“

He went to the door and unlocked it.

”May I go now?“ asked Phil.

”Not much. Stay where you are!“

A moment later and Phil found himself alone and a prisoner.

CHAPTER XXXIII.

A TERRIBLE SITUATION.

PHIL tried the door, but now it was locked on the outside, and he found that he was securely trapped. He went to the window, but here, too, there was no chance of escape. Even if he had been able to get safely out, he would have landed in a back-yard from which there was no egress except through the house, which was occupied by his enemies.

”What shall I do?“ Phil asked himself, despairingly. ”Mr. Carter will be anxious about me, and perhaps he may think I have gone off with the money!“

This to Phil was the worst of his troubles. He prized a good reputation and the possession of an honorable name, and to be thought a thief would distress him exceedingly.

”What a fool I was to walk into such a trap!“ he said to himself. ”I might have known Mr. Carter would not be in such a neighborhood.“

Phil was too severe upon himself. I suspect that most of my boy readers, even those who account themselves sharp, might have been deceived as easily. The fact is, rogues are usually plausible, and they are so trained in deception that it is no reflection upon their victims that they allow themselves to be taken in.

Hours passed, and still Phil found himself a prisoner. Each moment he became more anxious and troubled.

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