“Ye might have gone right up on the bo’t,” said one.
“I want to go up to-morrow afternoon.”
“What ye goin’ up thar fer?” grunted another man, suspiciously.
“Oh, business.”
“Business, hey? There hev people gone up thar on business that never got back. Better stay away, young man.”
“Who you goin’ to see?” asked a third.
“Miss Hilda Dugan,” answered Frank.
“Hum! Thought it couldn’t be Dugan hisself ye wanted ter see. Does he know ye’re comin’?”
Frank was growing restless under this questioning, and he rather sharply answered.
“I do not presume Mr. Dugan knows I am coming.”