His house was left in
charge of an old servant--a coachman--and his wife; but the burglars
proved too much for them."
"I am glad they are caught," said Mrs. Fletcher. "It makes my blood run
cold to think of having the houses entered at night by burglars."
"Preston," said Mr. Smith, jokingly, "I hope you have your bonds locked
securely up."
"I don't believe the sharpest burglar can find them," said Preston. "I
only wish I could get hold of them myself."
"The boy who helped to capture the burglar ought to be well rewarded,"
said one of the boarders.
"Don't you wish it had been you, Courtney?" said Mr. Preston.
"It was," answered Frank, quietly.
There was a great sensation upon this announcement. All eyes were turned
upon our hero--most, it must be admitted, with an expression of
incredulity.
"Come, now, you are joking!" said Preston. "You don't really mean it?"
"I do mean it," assured Frank.
"Tell us all about it," said Mrs. Fletcher, who had her share of
curiosity. "I didn't suppose we had such a hero in our house."
"It didn't require much heroism," said Frank, smiling.
"Tell us all about it, at any rate."
Frank told the story as simply as he could, much to the satisfaction of
the company.
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