"That's too bad. Do I know him?"
"No, he is a stranger around these parts."
"A young fellow?"
"Yes, about Dick's age."
"Can't say as I've seen him. What are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know yet. I've got to get some dry clothes first:"
Sam walked up to the cottage at the corner of the cemetery. Jennie, the keeper's daughter, saw him coming and gave a cry at his wet garments.
"Can I dry myself here?" he asked, after he had explained the situation.
"To be sure you can, Sam," she answered, and stirred up the fire in the kitchen stove. "If you wish I'll lend you a suit of my brother Zack's clothes—that is, if you are in a hurry."
"Thanks, I'll borrow the suit. I want to report this; and I'll send the suit back to-morrow."