“It will be better in your hands than in the real owner’s,” said Colonel Preston.

By this time Andy was in the chaise, rapidly nearing the village.

“If you hadn’t come up just as you did, Andy, I should have been poorer by eight hundred dollars.”

“That’s a big pile of money,” said Andy, who, as we know, was not in the habit of having large sums of money in his own possession.

“It is considerably more than I would like to lose,” said Colonel Preston, to whom it was of less importance than to Andy.

“I wonder will I ever have so much money?” thought Andy.

“Now, I’ll tell you what I think it only right to do, Andy,” pursued the colonel.

Andy listened attentively.

“I am going to make you a present of some money, as an acknowledgment of the service you have done me.”

“I don’t want anything, Colonel Preston,” said Andy.  “I didn’t help you for the money.”

“I know you didn’t, my lad,” said the colonel, “but I mean to give it to you all the same.”

He took out his pocketbook, but Andy made one more remonstrance.

“I don’t think I ought to take it, sir, thankin’ you all the same.”

“Then I will give you one hundred dollars for your mother.  You can’t refuse it for her.”

Andy’s eyes danced with delight.  He knew how much good this money would do his mother, and relieve her from the necessity of working so hard as she was now compelled to do.

“Thank you, sir,” he said.  “It’ll make my mother’s heart glad, and save her from the hard work.”

“Here is the money, Andy,” said the colonel, handing his young companion a roll of bills.

Again Andy poured out warm protestations of gratitude for the munificent gift, with which Colonel Preston was well pleased.

“I believe you are a good boy, Andy,” he said.  “It is a good sign when a boy thinks so much of his mother.”

“I’d be ashamed not to, sir,” said Andy.

They soon reached the village.  Andy got down at the Misses Grant’s gate, and was soon astonishing the simple ladies by a narrative of his encounter with the highwayman.

“Do you think he’ll come here?” asked Sophia, in alarm.  “If he should come when Andy was away——­”

“You could fire the gun yourself, Sophia.”

“I should be frightened to death.”

“Then he couldn’t kill you afterward.”

“Just so,” answered Sophia, a little bewildered.

“Were you shot, Andrew?” she asked, a minute afterward.

“If I was, I didn’t feel it,” said Andy, jocosely.

Andy’s heroic achievement made him still more valued by the Misses Grant, and they rejoiced in the handsome gift he had received from the colonel, and readily gave him permission to carry it to his mother after supper.

CHAPTER XX HOW THE NEWS WAS RECEIVED