. Die fehlende Tasche-Buch; oder Tom Mason Glück. Haben sich abgeirrt, beforewe hatte sie eine Stunde verlassen. Jetzt, Tom, sagte ich, als ich die Pfostennadel in den Boden fuhr und mein Rifleand hob und legte es auf die Veranda, um sie zu haben, kommen Sie auf und zeigen Sie uns Ihr Glück.Ihr Glück ging noch nie zurück auf Sie, unddies ist die Zeit, es zu beweisen. Ja, Herr; alles ist so, wie wir es verlassen haben: Ich fügte hinzu, als ich die Tür aufmachte. Hier ist noch niemand gewesen.: Tom legte sein Gewehr in eine Ecke des Schabins und ging zu Herrn Davenportsbed so selbstbewusst hinüber, als ob er das Taschenbuch in seinem Griff, gepflückt, schon filziert hätte

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. The missing pocket-book; or Tom Mason's luck . have strayed off beforewe had left them an hour. Now, Tom, : said I, as I drove the picket-pin into the ground and picked up my rifleand put it on the porch, so as to have ithandy, come on and show us your luck.Your luck never went back on you yet, andthis is the time to prove it. Yes, sir; every-thing is just as we left it, : I added, as Ipushed open the door. There has nobodybeen here.: Tom placed his rifle in one corner of thecabin and walked over to Mr. Davenportsbed as confidently as though he already feltthe pocket-book in his grasp, picked up theclothing one by one and shook them out, placing the articles carefully on the floor, sothat he wouldnt have to look at them again, and I sat down in the invalids rocking chairand watched his movements. But not a thinghappened to come out. At last he came tothe mattress, but here, too, his luck was atfault. Slowly and by handfuls he took outthe hay with which the mattress had beenstuffed, but not a thing in the shape of a CCM>EOft o P3 Q. TOMS LUCK. 149 pocket-book did he find. Then he removedthe wooden slats that held the bed up andcautiously scrutinized every opening, andeven looked under the bed itself, but it wasall in vain. Vhatever else the invalid didwith his property, he certainly hadnt hid itabout where he lav. V I declare, my luck has played me falsefor once in my life, - said Tom, seating him-self on the bed and giving up with blankdespair. I was sure that pocket-book washidden somewhere about his bed.: Well, then, I must take a hand, 1 said I, pulling over one of the other beds. Hereare plenty of others to be examined. Letspull them all to pieces. Tom went to work once more, but I knewwe were on the wrong scent. Ve pulled allthe beds to pieces, and then I got a chair anddevoted myself to the rafters, especially allaround the house where they came down tothe wall, and Tom got a sharp stick some-where and pried up the stones there were inthe fireplace, but not a