"
"You can get a berth, I suppose."
"But that is so common. Really, I should
not know how to travel without a stateroom.
Have you anyone with you?"
"No."
"If you will take me in I will pay the entire expense."
Carl hesitated. He preferred to be alone,
but he was of an obliging disposition, and he
knew that there were two berths in the stateroom.
"If it will be an accommodation," he said,
"I will let you occupy the room with me, Mr. Stuyvesant."
"Will you, indeed! I shall esteem it a very great favor.
Where is your room?"
"I will show you."
Carl led the way to No. 17, followed by his
new acquaintance. Mr. Stuyvesant seemed
very much pleased, and insisted on paying for
the room at once. Carl accepted half the regular
charges, and so the bargain was made.
At ten o'clock the two travelers retired to bed.
Carl was tired and went to sleep at once.
He slept through the night. When he awoke
in the morning the boat was in dock. He
heard voices in the cabin, and the noise of
the transfer of baggage and freight to the wharf.
"I have overslept myself," he said, and
jumped up, hurriedly. He looked into the upper
berth, but his roommate was gone. Something
else was gone, too--his valise, and a
wallet which he had carried in the pocket of
his trousers.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE LOST BANK BOOK.
Carl was not long in concluding that he had been
robbed by his roommate. It was hard to believe
that a Stuyvesant--a representative of one of the
old Dutch families of New Amsterdam--should have
stooped to such a discreditable act.
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