“Waved a shawl or somethin’.”
“That don’t seem likely; where would a boy find a shawl?”
His informant looked puzzled.
“Like as not he borrowed it of Mrs. Brock,” he suggested.
Mrs. Brock was the woman living in the small house near by, so that the speaker’s surmise was correct. It struck John Fox as possible, and he said so.
“I guess I’ll go and ask the Widder Brock,” he said. “She must have seen the train, livin’ so near as she does.”
“I’ll go along with you.”
The two men soon found themselves on Mrs. Brock’s premises.
“Good-mornin,’ Mrs. Brock,” said John Fox.
“You’ve come nigh havin’ a causality here.”