“Where did he go?” pursued Brackett, in the same tone, but with an expression of restrained eagerness.
“He drove right to the hotel,” answered Andy.
“Yes, but after that?”
“He put up the horse there, and left me there.”
“He did!” ejaculated Brackett, disappointed.
“Yes.”
“Did he leave the hotel?”
“Yes, but he didn’t tell me where he went.”
Brackett looked hard at Andy, to see if he were keeping anything back, but our hero’s manner was perfectly honest and sincere, and he was forced to conclude that the boy knew nothing more than himself of Mr. Dodge’s errand.
“I didn’t think father was so sharp,” said Brackett to his wife. “He wouldn’t let the boy know where he went.”