It was several minutes before he could find a boy to deliver the note. When he did, he set out in pursuit of his father's enemies, whom he kept in sight, creeping behind stone walls and fences, that he himself might not be seen.
Handing the note to Mrs. Markham, the lawyer bade the messenger boy guide him to the livery stable, where he hired a two-seated wagon and a driver.
"Take me to the nearest justice of the peace," he directed.
"Si Newcomb's the only justice in Baxter," replied the man.
"Then get out to his house as fast as possible."
"What brings you back?" asked the old man, as he saw the lawyer enter the house.
"Come into your office." And as the justice led him into a side room, Mr. Bronson continued: "I want to swear out a warrant charging Charles Gibbs with forgery."
Amazed, Mr. Newcomb asked for evidence, which the lawyer quickly outlined, ending up by relating the conversation Fred had overheard.
"Always said Charlie was too all-fired cute," commented the justice, as he made out the warrant. "Shall you want me at the bank?"
"Surely. Only as it's two now, we'd better say at three. Where is the nearest constable?"