“I was at first. But I am having so many adventures I am getting used to them.”
Bob learned that the horse which had plunged into the creek was doing nicely, and would in all likelihood recover entirely from his involuntary bath.
Bob had never been in Dartinville before, and after supper, and while it was still light, he took a stroll though the town. He stopped at the drug-store and there purchased such chemicals as had been lost in the smashed satchel.
“Now if one of those plates turn out all right, I’ll be ready to start off first thing in the morning,” he thought.
Bob did not know that his entrance into the drug-store had been noted, yet such was a fact.
The man who had tried to swindle Joel Carrow was stopping at the hotel opposite the place of business, and he was now seated on the piazza, smoking a cigar.
“There’s the boy who caused me so much trouble this afternoon,” muttered the swindler. “I promised to get square with him, and I will.”
Throwing away his cigar, he ran down the piazza steps and took up a place behind a tree.
He had not long to wait. With the chemicals in a small package in his left hand, Bob came out of the drug-store and walked toward the Willett home.
It was getting dark now, and the young photographer wished to develop the pictures he had taken before retiring.