"Thank you," returned our hero.
He was soon on the way to the Sharon House—since demolished by fire. It did not take him long to cover the distance. As he approached he looked around for some signs of the Bangs family and presently espied Mrs. Bangs lounging in a hammock on a side veranda, reading a novel.
"I wonder if it is possible that Bob is really in bed sick?" he mused. "If he is it's a wonder Mrs. Bangs isn't with him. But then I guess she is a selfish woman, anyway."
Randy walked around the hotel and down to the stable. Here he met a colored boy who helped around the horses.
"Say, can you tell me where I can find Bob Bangs?" he asked, boldly.
"Bob Bangs jest went down to the ball grounds," was the answer, which surprised Randy not a little.
"Where are the grounds?"
"That way," and the colored boy pointed with his hand.
"I thought maybe Bob was sick."
"He ain't sick—he's only pertendin'," answered the colored boy.