"I was afraid something had happened to you," said he.
"Drive on, and I will tell you about it," I replied, as I seated myself in the wagon.
CHAPTER XIII.
IN WHICH ERNEST LEAVES PARKVILLE, AND TAKES THE TRAIN FOR THE EASTWARD.
WHAT kept you so long?" asked Bob, when I was seated. "I was sure something had gone wrong with you."
"I don't know whether it has gone right or wrong. I went into the library, and opened the safe again. While I was looking at the papers, my uncle came in."
"Whew!" whistled Bob. "There was a storm in the library about that time—wasn't there?"
"Not much of a storm. I pity my uncle from the bottom of my heart. He is suffering more than you can imagine or I can describe, and he has been a sufferer for years," I replied.