But he said nothing, and they played checkers for nearly
two hours. Betty was a fairly good player and managed to land several
victories.
"With a little more practice you'll make a very good player,"
declared Mr. Littell. "I appreciate your staying to play with a
cripple like me," he added gratefully. "Does your Uncle Dick play?"
"I don't really know," replied the girl, and now her face clouded
for an instant. Oh, why didn't she hear from Uncle Dick?
The next few days were filled with sightseeing trips. Betty was kept
too busy to have much time to worry, which was fortunate, for no word
came from her uncle and no word reached her from Bob Henderson. The
Guerins and the Benders wrote to her, and each letter mentioned the
fact that Bob had sent a postal from Washington, but that no later
word had come from him.
"I met Peabody on the road yesterday," ran a postscript to Norma
Guerin's letter, written by her doctor father. "He hinted darkly that
Bob had done something that might land him in jail, but I couldn't
force out of him what fearful thing Bob had done. I hope the lad
hasn't been rash, for Peabody never forgives a wrong, real or fancied."
Betty knew that the farmer's action had to do with the unrecorded
deed, but she did not feel that she should make any disclosures in
that connection.
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