The agent looked closely, and then shook his head.
“No, I don’t think—You ain’t them soldier boys, are you?”
“Yes, we are the two who came here to ask you about an old gentleman who got off here in October. This is my brother and this is a friend. We are on our way home and just got off the train.”
“Hum, I suppose nothin’ come out of that post card, did it? I knew it wouldn’t, told my wife so. I sez ‘Catch us ever havin’ good luck,’ I sez. What’s that?”
Don thrust a long envelope under the small opening. “That is something to convince you that for once you guessed wrong,” he smiled. “Something did come of that post card, and here is your reward. We all wish you a very Merry Christmas.”
The three boys went away, leaving the agent staring at the envelope in his hand. Finally he opened it and found the check. He shook like a leaf.
“Oh, my good golly!” he said over and over again.
The boys once more seated themselves on the train and soon left Spotville Point far behind them. Terry laughed as he thought of the agent.
“This Christmas will be quite a shock to him,” he said.
“I’m glad of it,” replied Jim. “Well, I wonder what is in store for us in the future?”