He went up Hillside Avenue to the Day house that evening and found Nelson Haley there before him. The schoolmaster showed a surface placidity which was really no criterion of his inner feelings.
"Well, what's going to be done about it?" demanded Frank, as soon as he had pulled off his coat.
Uncle Jason passed him a yellow sheet of paper—a telegram. It had been brought over on the Constance Colfax that afternoon from the Landing. It was the night letter Marty had sent soon after leaving Chicago—a short night letter at that:
"I got my eye on Janice. She is all right so far."
"Why, he isn't really with her, after all!" said Frank.
"Oh, but they air together, Mr. Bowman," cried Aunt 'Mira. "My min's much relieved. I didn't know but Marty had run away to kill Indians, or be a pirate, or sich, like they do in books."
"Boys don't do that even in books, nowadays, Mrs. Day," Nelson told her. "They run away from home to become jitney bus drivers, or movie actors. Indians and pirates are out of date."
"You can poke fun," smiled the woman; "but if he's with Janice he's all right."
Frank Bowman had read the telegram a second time.