“Don’t what?”
“Bolt. You’re going to make a dash like you did this morning.”
“No, Silas,” said Andy, trying to be calm. “You can’t imagine what great news you have brought me.”
“I don’t see how.”
“We must go to the Collins farm at once, Silas, that old shed had a shelf up over the side window?”
“Remember that, do you? So do I.”
“It had a lot of rubbish on it.”
“I noticed that.”
“Has it ever been disturbed?”
“Not that I know of. You see, Mr. Collins was arranging to have the old barracks patched up by a carpenter from Wade, when the fire came along.”