"
"All right, dad, that's a good idea. We'll go back to the Square now.
They won't be likely to come and look here."
The Post Office was very full that morning, and the girl behind the
counter looked worried, as she tried to meet all the demands of hurried
customers.
But at last the owner of the chestnut horse got his business of money
orders and telegrams finished and came out.
"That's right, my lad; here's sixpence for your trouble," he said as he
took the reins from Dick and mounted and rode off.
"Sixpence." Another good payment for a small piece of hard work!
Dick looked down triumphantly at the coin, but his face changed in a
moment. This was no sixpence, such as he had often been entrusted with
on Mrs. Fowley's errands, but a coin of shining yellow gold.
"It's half a sovereign," he cried breathlessly, and just for one moment
the thought came, "Now I can take the train and ride to Ironboro'.
Surely ten shillings would buy a ticket for all the way."
But like a flash the temptation came and went. "Lionhearts don't
steal," he cried as he dashed down the street after the horseman
crying, "Stop! Stop!"
But the fleet and spirited horse was already far on the way, and though
Dick ran as fast as his feet could go the distance increased every
moment.
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