So he returned his straitened means to his pocket, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys.

At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him! Nothing less than a great, magnificent inspiration.
He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work.

Ben Rogers hove in sight presently--the very boy, of all boys, whose ridicule he had been dreading.

Ben's gait was the hop-skip-and-jump--proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations high.

He was eating an apple, and giving a long, melodious whoop, at intervals, followed by a deep-toned ding-dong-dong, ding-dong-dong, for he was personating a steamboat.