"Eat heartily, my son," said the old man. "A long journey is before
you."
After the meal was over, the old man began to write.
Harry surmised that it was his instructions. He paid little heed,
but fixed his eyes upon the fire, listening to the rain that
continued to beat against the window panes, and began to speculate
about the future. Was he to be successful or not? He was not without
solicitude, but he felt no small measure of hope. At nine o'clock
he began to feel drowsy, and intimated as much to his host. The old
man conducted him to an upper chamber, where there was a bed upon
the floor.
"You can sleep there," he said.
"Where do you sleep?" asked Harry.
"Down below; but I shall not go to bed till late. I must get ready
your instructions."
"Very well," said Harry. "Good night."
"Good night."
"I am glad he is not in the room with me," thought Harry. "I don't
think there is any danger, but it isn't comfortable to be too near
a crazy man."
CHAPTER XI
IN SEARCH OF WORK
When Harry awoke the next morning, after a sound and refreshing
sleep, the sun was shining brightly in at the window. He rubbed
his eyes, and stared about him, not at first remembering where he
was. But almost immediately recollection came to his aid, and he
smiled as he thought of the eccentric old man whose guest he was.
He leaped out of bed, and quickly dressing himself, went downstairs.
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