Bernard Brooks' Adventures: The Experience of a Plucky Boy. Horatio Alger Jr.

look at the young man in the ulster. Certainly be betrayed no signs of having been left against his will. He stood in a careless position with a quiet and composed face, looking at the great steamer as it steadily widened the distance between him and his late companion.

      Bernard was very much puzzled.

      “He doesn’t seem to care. Does he remember that I have his portmanteau?” he asked himself.

      He tried to attract the young man’s attention, but in vain.

      “What shall I do?” he asked himself. “I don’t know the name of the man who intrusted me with the valise. I wonder if there is any name on it.”

      He examined it, but found nothing to indicate the identity of the owner.

      “I must ask Mr. Stackpole what to do,” thought Bernard. “It is certainly a queer position to be in. I may find it necessary to open the portmanteau, and ascertain the contents.”

      He looked around the boat in search of Mr. Stackpole; but the steamer was large and quite crowded. Then there were so many divisions to it that somehow he missed seeing his mining friend. There was nothing now to interfere with his going where he liked, as there was no chance of the young man in the ulster looking for him.