“Where’s my father?”
“He went out to ride in the buggy.”
Philip felt relieved. Evidently the loss had not been discovered yet. He was glad to have it put off.
“Is there any news?” asked Tom, with another grin.
“News? Why should there be any?”
“I don’t know. I thought you might know of some.”
“You talk like a fool,” said Philip, angrily, and went into the house.
“There’ll be some news soon, I reckon,” said Tom to himself, with a grin. “I won’t say nothing till the time comes. Wonder if Philip’ll think I am talking like a fool then?”