“If he doesn’t want to tell us I don’t see what right we’ve got to ask,” came from Ned. “Better not say anything more to him about it.”
“We’ll give him back the envelope,” suggested Bart, “and that will give him an opening if he wants to tell us anything. If he doesn’t—why I guess it’s his secret.”
That was decided to be the best move, and the boys dressed and got into the boat. They rowed leisurely back to the dock, speculating, at intervals, over Frank’s curious behavior.
“Maybe he’ll go to New York,” suggested Ned.
“He’s not likely to go without telling us,” came from Bart. “If he does he’ll see us before he goes.”
The lads remained at the dock some little time, cleaning their boat and mending a broken oar. As they were walking up the street toward the main part of town Ned exclaimed:
“There goes Frank now!”
The others looked and saw their chum just ahead of them, hurrying along.
“Where’s he going?” asked Bart.
A moment later they saw Frank enter the law office of Judge Benton.