"Say, Steve," he at length remarked. "How's Parson John?"
"He's gone, Tony. Driven from Glendow."
"What!" and Tony sprang to his feet in excitement. "When did he leave?"
"Last week."
"Then I'm too late! I was afraid of it! But I came fast--I ran sometimes; but it was no use. Is he in the lockup?"
"In the lockup! What do you mean?" and Stephen stared at him in amazement.
From the depth of a capacious pocket Tony brought forth Dan's soiled letter, and held it up.
"Read that," he said. "It's all I know."
Quickly Stephen scanned the quaint words, drinking in almost intuitively the meaning of it all.
"Did Dan give you this?" he demanded.