“No? Well, your nephew steered straight for Pepper’s office, and I believe that he’s staying at the old man’s house now—he and a man by the name of Caleb Wetherbee.”
“Caleb Wetherbee? Gracious Peter!” ejaculated the old man. “Hez he found him so soon.”
Mr. Weeks nodded briefly.
“This Wetherbee was mate of the Silver Swan.”
“That’s the man,” muttered Arad hopelessly.
“I take it you didn’t want your nephew and this Wetherbee to meet?” suggested Weeks shrewdly.
“No—o——well, I dunno. I—I’m erfraid ’twon’t be so easy to git Brandon back ter the farm ef he’s found this mate.”
“Perhaps we can fix it up,” said Weeks cheerfully.
“D’ye think so?”
“Let’s see; are you his legal guardian?”