Jim did
not answer, and a snore seemed to indicate that he was slumbering.
"If he isn't the limit!" ejaculated Ned. "Come on, fellows. We'll see if
we can find Frank and give him the message."
"Perhaps he was going to the judge's office," suggested Fenn.
"Well, we'll tell him what Jim said, anyhow," suggested Bart. "Frank can
do as he likes then."
They hurried back to town, thinking they might overtake Frank before he
reached Darewell, but he had evidently walked fast for they did not see
him. As they were passing the post-office, Ned looked in, and caught
sight of their chum.
"There's Frank," he said. Frank had just taken a letter from his uncle's
box. He was reading it when the three chums entered, and he seemed
surprised as they came up to him.
"Judge Benton wants to see you," spoke Ned. "Jim Morton went out to the
swimming hole with a message, but you'd gone, so we came after you."
"Thanks," replied Frank, glancing up from his letter. "I was just going
over there."
He folded the letter to put it back in the envelope, and Ned caught a
glimpse of the name Wright & Johnson, New York, before Frank put the
epistle into his pocket.
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