Joe's Luck; Or, Always Wide Awake. Alger Horatio Jr.

at his companion's approval.

      "Now," said Folsom, "I may as well tell you my story. I am the son of a New York merchant who is moderately rich. I entered the counting-room at seventeen, and have remained there ever since, with the exception of four months spent in Europe."

      "If you are rich already, why do you go out to California?" asked Joe.

      "I am not going to the mines; I am going to prospect a little for the firm. Some day San Francisco will be a large city. I am going to see how soon it will pay for our house to establish a branch there."

      "I see," said Joe.

      "I shall probably go out to the mines and take a general survey of the country; but, as you see, I do not go out to obtain employment."

      "It must be jolly not to have to work," said Joe, "but to have plenty of money to pay your expenses."

      "Well, I suppose it is convenient. I believe you haven't a large cash surplus?"

      "I have a dollar."

      "You've got some pluck to travel so far away from home with such a slender capital, by Jove!"

      "I don't know that it's pluck. It's necessity."

      "Something of both, perhaps. Don't you feel afraid of what may happen?"

      "No," said Joe. "California is a new country, and there must be plenty of work. Now, I am willing to work and I don't believe I shall starve."

      "That's the way to feel, Joe. At the worst, you have me to fall back upon. I won't see you suffer."

      "It is very lucky for me. I hope I shan't give you any trouble."

      "If you do, I'll tell you of it," said Folsom, laughing. "The fact is, I feel rather as if I were your guardian. An odd feeling that, as hitherto I have been looked after by others. Now it is my turn to assume authority."

      "You will find me obedient," said Joe, smiling. "Seriously, I am so inexperienced in the way of the world that I shall consider it a great favor if you will give me any hints you may think useful to me."

      Folsom became more and more pleased with his young charge. He saw that he was manly, amiable, and of good principles, with only one great fault—poverty—which he was quite willing to overlook.

      They selected their seats in the saloon, and were fortunate enough to be assigned to the captain's table. Old travelers know that those who sit at this table are likely to fare better than those who are farther removed.

      While Folsom was walking the deck with an old friend, whom he had found among the passengers, Joe went on an exploring expedition.

      He made his way to that portion of the deck appropriated to the steerage passengers. Among them his eye fell on the man who swindled him.

      "You here!" exclaimed the fellow in amazement.

      "Yes," said Joe, "I am here."

      "I thought you said your ticket wasn't good?"

      "It wasn't, as you very well know."

      "I don't know anything about it. How did you smuggle yourself aboard?"

      "I didn't smuggle myself aboard at all. I came on like the rest of the passengers."

      "Why haven't I seen you before?"

      "I am not a steerage passenger. I am traveling first-class."

      "You don't mean it!" ejaculated the fellow, thoroughly astonished.

      "You told me you hadn't any more money."

      "So I did, and that shows that you were the man that sold me the bogus ticket."

      "Nothing of the kind," said the other, but he seemed taken aback by Joe's charge. "Well, all I can say is, that you know how to get round. When a man or boy can travel first-class without a cent of money, he'll do."

      "I wouldn't have come at all if I had had to swindle a poor boy out of his money," said Joe.

      Joe walked off without receiving an answer. He took pains to ascertain the name of the man who had defrauded him. He was entered on the passenger-list as Henry Hogan.

      CHAPTER X

THE DETECTED THIEF

      "Do you expect to be seasick, Joe?"

      "I don't know, Mr. Folsom. This is the first time I have ever been at sea."

      "I have crossed the Atlantic twice, and been sick each time. I suppose I have a tendency that way."

      "How does it feel?" asked Joe curiously.

      Folsom laughed.

      "It cannot be described," he answered.

      "Then I would rather remain ignorant," said Joe.

      "You are right. This is a case where ignorance is bliss decidedly."

      Twenty-four hours out Folsom's anticipations were realized. He experienced nausea and his head swam.

      Returning from a walk on deck, Joe found his guardian lying down in the stateroom.

      "Is anything the matter, Mr. Folsom?"

      "Nothing but what I expected. The demon of the sea has me in his gripe."

      "Can I do anything for you?"

      "Nothing at present, Joe. What art can minister to a stomach diseased? I must wait patiently, and it will wear off. Don't you feel any of the symptoms?"

      "Oh, no—I feel bully," said Joe. "I've got a capital appetite."

      "I hope you will be spared. It would be dismal for both of us to be groaning with seasickness."

      "Shall I stay with you?"

      "No—go on deck. That is the best way to keep well. My sickness won't last more than a day or two."

      The young man's expectations were realized. After forty-eight hours he recovered from his temporary indisposition and reappeared on deck.

      He found that his young companion, had made a number of acquaintances, and had become a general favorite through his frank and pleasant manners.

      "I think you'll get on, Joe," said he. "You make friends easily."

      "I try to do it," said Joe modestly.

      "You are fast getting over your country greenness. Of course you couldn't help having a share of it, having never lived outside of a small country village."

      "I am glad you think so, Mr. Folsom. I suppose I was very green and I haven't got over it yet, but in six months I hope to get rid of it wholly."

      "It won't take six months at the rate you are advancing."

      Day succeeded day and Joe was not sick at all. He carried a good appetite to every meal and entered into the pleasures of sea life with zest. He played shuffle-board on deck, guessed daily the ship's run, was on the alert for distant sails, and managed in one way or another to while away the time cheerfully.