“Have you the warrant, Mr. Robinson?” asked our hero.
“Yes; it was committed to me by Squire Turner.”
“That is all right. I was afraid he had it in his possession, and that might give us trouble.”
“No; it is out of his power to affect the arrangements already made.”
“How long shall you remain East, Mr. Robinson?” asked Harry. “I shall wish to see you again.”
“I shall remain in New York a week, my head-quarters being at the Astor House.”
“I will call upon you there. Meanwhile, we leave this matter entirely in your hands.”
Mr. Robinson was about to go, when little Katy, who had been looking out of the window, suddenly exclaimed:—
“Mother, I see Squire Turner coming up the road. I think he is coming here.”