He glanced at the second paper, and found that it was a minute description of the island, but he had not got far enough along to feel interested in this. It would keep.
Guy went downstairs slowly, plunged in thought. He hoped his father would not ask about the contents of the chest, but he need not have felt alarmed. The matter had passed entirely out of the minister’s thoughts.
In order the better to think over the wonderful revelation, Guy went out for a stroll. Like many older persons, he found a walk was favorable to thought.
He walked slowly up the street to the post office. At the corner of the second street, just opposite the dry goods store, he met a boy whom he had never liked.
It was Noah Crane, the son of Deacon Crane, already referred to as desiring a younger minister.
The thought of the deacon’s wish to drive his father from Bayport was not calculated to increase Guy’s friendship for the son. Yet he would be courteous, being naturally a gentleman.
“Where are you going, Guy?” asked Noah.
“Some other people may have to take a walk,” said Noah, with a coarse laugh.
“What do you mean?” asked Guy, coloring, for he knew to what the deacon’s son referred.