“Very well, sir.”
Frank Dunbar bowed, and the squire went his way.
“That’s a very impudent boy!” he soliloquized. “Just like the Gray boy. It wouldn’t do him any harm to put him under Joe Tucker’s care, too.”
After the squire had passed on, Philip came out from behind the stone wall.
“Did you hear what passed between your guardian and myself?” asked Frank.
“Yes, I heard every word.”
“He little thought that the bird had flown, Phil.”
“He will make all the trouble he can. That is one more reason why I think it best to leave town.”
“I wouldn’t let Squire Pope drive you out of town.”
“I would stay and face the music if it suited me, but I want to go away.”