Little Snap stepped into the office, but, of course, the missing package was not in sight.
"I'll know the whys an' whurfor's o' this afore dark," cried the excited postmaster, closing the door with a slam. "I'm goin' to Union Six Roads, boys, an' ef enny one wants to know why th' offis is shut tell 'em."
"T'other lot wuz found in th' feller's saddle pocket, Dan," said one of the bystanders; "why don't ye look there fer this?"
"'Tain't likely he'd do the same thing over ag'in," replied the postmaster. "He'd be more sly this time."
Little Snap had taken the pouch and was throwing it on the horse's back at the time.
"You can look if you want to, but you will not find——"
Little Snap did not finish his sentence, for while speaking he had thrust his hand into the depths of the pocket, and finding a bundle in his grasp, he pulled out the missing parcel of mail!
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE STRANGE HORSEMAN.
The postboy's surprise was genuine, and had he pulled out a handful of gold dollars he could not have been more astonished, though it might have been in a different vein.
"Wot'd I tell yer?" cried the man, exultantly. "Needn't look fur fer yer letters, Dan."