The moment he caught sight of the teamster his heart yearned for sympathy.

Tears moistened his eyes, and hastening to the stranger, the friendless boy of but thirteen years frankly told his whole story.

The wagoner was a rough, profane, burly man, of generous feelings.

There was an air of sincerity in the boy, which convinced him of the entire truth of his statements.
His indignation was aroused, and he gave expression to that indignation in unmeasured terms.

Cracking his whip in his anger, he declared that Myers was a scoundrel, thus to rob a friendless boy, and that he would lash the money out of him.
This man, whose name also chanced to be Myers, was of the tiger breed, fearing nothing, ever ready for a fight, and almost invariably coming off conqueror.