Joe the Hotel Boy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 178 pages of information about Joe the Hotel Boy.

Joe the Hotel Boy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 178 pages of information about Joe the Hotel Boy.

The room contained a bed, a table, two benches and a few dishes and cooking utensils The floor was bare and the window was broken out.  It was truly a most uninviting home.

“Of course you are not going to stay here, now you are alone?” said Ned, after a look around.

“I don’t know where else to go, Ned.”

“Why not move into town!”

“Perhaps I will.  But I want to find that blue box before I decide on anything.”

Without delay the two boys set to work among the ruins, looking into every hole and corner they could think of and locate.  They pulled away heavy boards and logs, and Joe even got a spade and dug up the ground at certain points.

“It doesn’t seem to be here,” said Ned, after an hour had passed.

“It must be here,” cried Joe.

“Perhaps it was buried under a tree.”

“That may be true.  Anyway, I am certain it is somewhere around this cabin.”

After that the hunt was continued for another hour, and they visited several spots in that locality where Joe thought the blue box might have been placed.  But it was all to no purpose, the box failed to come to light.

At last the two boys sat down on a bench in front of the cabin.  Both were tired out, Ned especially so.  Joe was much downcast and his friend did what he could to cheer him up.

“The box is bound to come to light some day,” said Ned.  “That is, unless some of those men carried it off.”

“What men, Ned?”

“The fellows who helped to mend the cabin just before the funeral.”

“Oh, I don’t think they would steal the box.  Bart Andrews and Jack Thompson are as honest as the day is long.”

“Well, it’s mighty queer you can’t find some trace of the blue box.”

The boys talked the matter over for some time, and then Ned announced that he must go home.

“You can go with me if you wish,” he said.  “It will be better than staying here all alone.”

But Joe declined the offer.

“I’ll stay here, and begin the hunt again the first thing in the morning,” he said.

“Well, if you want anything, come and see me, Joe; won’t you?”

“I will, Ned.”

Ned had come over in his own boat and now Joe walked down to the lake with him.  His friend gone, the hermit’s boy returned to the dilapidated cabin.

He was hungry but he had no heart to eat.  He munched some bread and cheese which a neighbor had brought over.  He felt utterly alone in the great worlds and when he thought of this a strange feeling came over him.

It was a bitter night for the poor boy, but when morning came his mind was made up.  He would make his own way in the world, asking aid from no one, not even Ned.

“And if I can’t find the blue box I’ll get along without it,” he told himself.

As soon as it was light he procured breakfast and then started on another hunt for the missing box.  The entire day was spent in the search, but without results.  Towards night, Joe went down to the lake.  Here he caught a couple of small fish, which he fried for his supper.

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