“Why it’s John Newton!” exclaimed Fenn, recognizing the boy who had been expelled from school.
“I’ve got a letter for you, Frank,” said John.
“A letter for me?”
“Yes. Special delivery.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“From the post-office of course. I’m working there now as messenger. Heard you boys were here and as I had to come in this direction I brought it along.”
“Thought you were going to get a job in a theater,” remarked Bart.
“I am, some day, but I’ve got to go to New York for a good opening. There’s none around here for a real artist,” and John began to warble like a bob-o-link.
“Wonder who that letter’s from?” asked Frank.
“Better wade ashore and find out,” suggested Ned, and Frank did so.