"Has my boy been here to-night?" she asked, in a trembling voice. "I sent him over to borrow some yeast of you——"
"He got the yeast and went home," said Mrs. Crosby. "Have you not seen anything of him?"
"No, I have not," said Mrs. Young, groping for the nearest chair and sinking into it. "He has not been near our house since he came over here."
"Where do you suppose he is?" said Enoch.
"If I knew where he was I should have gone after him," replied Mrs. Young. "He does not generally perform errands in this way."
"No," said Enoch, who grew angry when anything was said against his companion. "He generally does your bidding right up to the handle; and he would have been at your house unless something has happened to him."
"Happened to Caleb!" exclaimed Mrs. Young. "Why—what——"
"I don't know," replied Enoch. "But you will remember that he did not pay his fine to-day."
The women looked at each other but did not say anything.
"Now it has just occurred to me all on a sudden that that magistrate is going to collect that pound and costs of Caleb in some way," began Enoch.