“Aren’t hurt, are you?” called Andy, anxiously, as he caught sight of the boys. “You’ve been gone so long, I was getting uneasy. Never supposed any one would forget to meet a train that was bringing him money.”
At the agent’s words the boys looked at one another in dismay.
“Our letter of credit!” they cried together.
“Exactly,” returned Andy. “It didn’t seem natural that two ki—er—strangers should not be on hand to meet the train that was bringing them so important a document. First, I thought you were late. Then, as time went on and you did not appear, I decided you must have been injured. I couldn’t believe you would forget a—”
“Oh, cut the lecture, Andy,” Steve broke in. “I don’t know what you are talking about, but if there’s any blame coming, put it on me. I asked Ted and Phil to go to camp with me and tried to make them have a good time.”
“Which you evidently succeeded in doing,” the agent commented drily.
So serious was Andy that the boys felt something must have happened.
“Wouldn’t the man on the train give it to you?” asked Phil, in alarm.
During this scene, which they did not in the least understand, Steve and Jim had glanced about the station, noticed the agent’s rifle lying across a box, while at his side hung his pistol holster.
“What’s up? Never saw you packing a gun before,” commented the engineer.