"No, Miss Grass. I hope no one has that fearful work to answer for."
"And you neither saw nor heard of any one at the time or after?" she asked, unheeding his words.
"I saw no one, Budd. Neither did I hear any one. Have you heard that any one was concerned in it?"
"Oh, no. That was one of my foolish questions."
Little Snap had made up his mind not to mention the finding of Pewee Burrnock's coat until he had met Mr. Rimmon, so he said nothing of it, but took the mail pouch and left the office.
As might have been expected, knowing the man as he did, he found the Hollow Tree office closed, and for a wonder, no one was around its door.
In this case the postboy could do no better than to carry the mail belonging here on to the next place.
"I suppose Mr. Shag will try and make me trouble because I am late. But in this case I have a reasonable excuse, I think."
Of course it was now an hour after dark, and though he was urging Tom on at more than his usual pace, he could not manage to get in at Six Roads until after the hour of closing the post office.
Riding at the gait he was following it was not likely that Mr. Goings would overtake him, supposing the latter should follow him.