"Indeed I do, Mr. Frost," answered the farmer, as he shook hands. "What brings you here? Are you going back home?"
"Not yet. I came on a little business for Mrs. Vernon. You know I am her private secretary."
"So they told me in the village, sir."
"I was just looking for somebody I might know," went on the youth. "I've got myself into trouble."
"Indeed, and how is that?"
"I've been robbed of my watch, my scarfpin and my money."
"Gracious me! is it possible, Mr. Frost? It must have been a bold thief that could do that."
"He caught me in an out-of-the-way spot and hit me over the head." Robert showed the plastered cut. "I just wish I could get hold of him."
"I've no doubt of that, sir. So he stole your pocketbook, eh? Then perhaps you are out of money."
"I am, and I was just looking for somebody who would advance me enough with which to get my dinner and a railway ticket to Chishing. Of course as soon as I get back Mrs. Vernon will, I am certain, make good the amount."