“Did you see the cub?” asked Major Lawrence.
“He wasn’t at home,” replied Larry. “He nearly ran me down on the road as I came home.”
“See Barney Baldwin?”
“No; he and Harry have been in Portland.”
“Then you didn’t get any satisfaction from them?”
“No, Uncle Jim. I didn’t go to see them in the first place. But I found out enough—more than enough.”
He quickly related what he had learned from Helen Baldwin, how Harry Baldwin had timed his attack and planned to strike when proof could not be obtained; how he had used Wallace in preferring the charges, and how, by loaning money to Haxton, he had placed the coach in a position where he was compelled to aid in the scheme, or at least could not oppose Baldwin.
“I’ll see about this,” stormed the Major. “I’ll clean out the whole kit and caboodle of them. That whelp Baldwin cannot run things to suit himself.”
He trailed off into a spasm of denunciation of the Baldwins. Larry realized that, in his anger, Major Lawrence had entirely overlooked the significant fact that Larry had gone to the Baldwins to call upon Helen and he felt guilty, as he had deceived his friend and benefactor.