"Coming on the road now, as far as I know. Come, Tom, we must get home."
At that moment Morton Meiggs stepped forward to catch hold of the bridle rein, motioning to some of his followers to surround the postboy.
"Stand back, sir! I warn you to get out of my pathway."
He touched Tom lightly as he spoke, when the horse bounded forward at a smart canter, sending Meiggs reeling backward to the ground.
Without farther interference Little Snap rode on toward Six Roads.
"I wonder what has come over Mr. Anderson," he thought. "And I am more puzzled than ever for the disappearance of those letters—if any are gone this time. It don't look now as if Dan Shag had a hand in it."
In consideration of the fact that he had been more than commonly on the watch on this trip, it was no wonder he felt more than ever anxious.
Then the thought of the trouble at home drove the matter from his mind for the time.
Little Sammy Lewis must have urged Fairy on at a rattling pace, for Little Snap did not overtake him, until as the latter was turning up at the post office, he saw his brother riding up the street toward their home.
"Is Mr. Rimmon in the office?" asked the postboy, as he handed over the mail pouch to the clerk.