"How did you happen to come along on the wagon?" Dick asked, as
Fred and Bert limped away from their Waterloo.
"One of the express company's drivers was late coming back from
dinner, and there was a package that had to be delivered at once,"
Darrin answered. "The manager offered me ten cents to make the
delivery. I am glad that I took the job. Where are you going?"
"In there," Prescott answered, pointing to the house. "I've got
to deliver this book collect to a Mrs. Carhart."
"Get up on the seat and I'll drive you in there," proposed Dave.
"Though I don't believe there's any one living in the house.
All the front doors and windows are boarded up."
After five minutes of doorbell ringing Dick concluded that he
would find no Mrs. Carhart there.
"I guess I understand," nodded Prescott. "Either Dodge or Ripley
must have sent that 'phone message. That was their way to get
me alone where they could both handle me without much danger of
interference."
"It turned out finely---for them," chuckled Dave, as both boys
climbed back to the seat of the wagon. "But say, do you think
they could really make any trouble for me for using the whip over
them?"
"I don't know. I don't believe they'll try, anyway," Dick answered
thoughtfully.
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