Still turning the leaves of the book, Little Snap stood there and saw her secrete four letters in that same roomy receptacle.
Then she calmly closed the pouch, and fastened the strap as she had done hundreds of times before.
Little Snap felt a peculiar feeling of wonder and pity steal over him as he realized what his discovery meant. But as she started to hand him the pouch, he exclaimed, sharply:
"Hold, Budd Grass! You move at the peril of your life!"
Her countenance suddenly lost its color, as she asked, in a husky voice:
"What do you mean, Dix Lewis?"
"Just what I say, Miss Grass. You are not to move until I tell you that you may!"
CHAPTER XXXVI.
OLD SOLITAIRE'S SECRET.
The postmistress turned still paler as Little Snap resolutely faced her, and the mail bag fell from her hand.
"You are trying to frighten me, Dix," she said, but the sound of footsteps at the door caused her to leave the sentence unfinished, while a wild, desperate look came into her eyes.