Harry, however, was not disposed to share his grief with anyone.
“Going away?” he asked, warding off the question.
“Yes, down to my sister’s at Lawrenceburgh. You know I told you and Mrs. Watson the other night that I was going down—and this afternoon we were talking it over and decided that if I was to do any good, I ought to start without delay.”
For a moment Harry was silent as he strove to master himself sufficiently to speak about his father’s dilemma.
“I—I hope you’ll be able to find out something, Jed,” he said, but his voice quavered pitifully and as he heard it, a light of understanding broke over the aged cripple.
“Have the boys found out about the business?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Pud Snooks saw the announcement of the court in a paper that is sent to his mother from Lawrenceburgh.”
At the mention of the source of the information, the veteran’s brow clouded.