In the middle of the afternoon they saw Josiah Graham enter the lodging house. They waited impatiently, and half an hour later saw him emerge, carrying his faded grip in his hand. He headed directly for the depot.
“I guess the plan is going to work,” whispered Chet. “Let us follow him.”
“He mustn’t see me—or it would spoil everything.”
They followed on behind the man, and saw him enter a police station. He came forth five minutes later, looking flushed and humiliated.
“I’ll wager he has withdrawn his charge against you,” said Chet, and his surmise was correct.
From the station house Josiah Graham hurried to the depot. It was three o’clock, and a train for Pine Run was due in fifteen minutes.
“Pine Run ticket,” Chet heard him demand, at the window, and it was handed to him. Then he came out on the platform, and sank down on a bench, with his grip at his feet.
“You are rid of him, Andy,” cried Chet, gayly.
“It was fine of you to think of the trick,” responded Andy, gratefully.
“Say, I’ve got a good mind to have some fun with the old man,” went on Chet.