"I can understand why Mr.Hinman didn't find it.

He was too much upset---too nervous, and it certainly didn't look like a likely place." "It must have fallen out of his pocket as he slept," Prescott guessed correctly.

"Did you find any papers down there on the floor of the wagon ?" "Yes; some sort of paper stuff," nodded Dave.

"I took it for rubbish." "The money is all here!" cried the old peddler, in a frenzy of joy.

"Oh, how can I thank you young men?
You don't know what your blessed help means for me!" "Was it all the money you had ?" Dick asked feelingly.
"Yes; all except for few loose dollars that I have in a little sack in my trousers pocket," replied Mr.Hinman.
"Then it was all you had in the world, outside of your peddling stock and your horse and cart ?" Prescott continued.
"All except a little house and barn that I own, and the small piece of ground they stand on," said the peddler.