“That reminds me, I have something to show you,” said their obliging informant, rising suddenly to his feet. “If you will wait just a minute——” and he returned hurriedly to his office.
Ned and Dorothy looked at each other and the young man shook his head ruefully.
“Not much help,” he said. “Doesn’t do us over much good to know that Joe took a train for the West.”
Dorothy pursed her lips and looked mysterious.
“I am not so sure!” she said.
Ned stared, but before he could open his lips to ask the question that trembled on them the agent was back again, holding something in his hand.
He sat down beside Dorothy and held something out to her which she found on closer inspection to be a cap.
She gave a little cry and caught it in her hands, gazing at it with misted eyes. For it was not just any cap. It was Joe’s cap!
“What’s the row?” asked Ned curiously. “What’s that you’ve got?”
Dorothy could not speak, but in silence handed the cap to him.