It was midsummer, and hot,—a big contrast to the weather which the lads had so recently experienced. As the train rolled toward their home they discussed Mr. Greene’s affairs, and wondered how Mr. A. Q. Hopton had gotten him into trouble.
“But he is equal to it,” said Andy. “I know that by the way he tried to treat me, and how he tried to pull the wool over Uncle Si’s eyes.”
“Where do you suppose your Uncle Si is now?”
“Hanging around, most likely, waiting for something to turn up,” replied Andy.
“I hope you’re not going to let him have any of that money Mr. Dawson gave you.”
“Not a cent. If he wants any money, he’ll have to go to work and earn it.”
At last the two youths reached Pine Run, and both walked to the general store, that being the center for information as well as supplies. The storekeeper looked at them in surprise.
“Back again, eh?” he cried.
“Have you seen my father?” questioned Chet.
“Yes, he was here this morning, Chet. He was full of business.”