When this was done, Chap took it to town and mailed it, walking all the way there and back.
The next morning, after breakfast, a boy appeared on the porch with a note for Phil. When the latter opened and read it he gave a great shout.
“Hello, Chap!” he cried, “it’s from uncle!”
Chap seized the paper held out to him and read,—
“Dear Phil,—Send me Old Bruden by bearer.
“G. B.”
“That’s his writing,” said Chap.
“Certainly it is!” cried Phil, in a high state of excitement. “Where is Mr. Berkeley?” he said to the boy.
“I don’t know anything about him,” was the answer. “A man gave me the note, and told me I was to bring a gun to him, and he would give me a quarter.”
“Where is the man?” asked Phil.