"No, sir, I don't know of any one."
"I do," said the president.
"Who is it?" asked Grit, with considerable curiosity.
"I mean to send you!" answered Mr. Graves.
CHAPTER XXIV. WHAT GRIT OVERHEARD BEHIND THE ELM-TREE.
Grit listened with incredulous amazement to the words of the bank president.
"You mean to send me?" he ejaculated.
"Yes," answered Mr. Graves, nodding.
"But I am only a boy!"