"
"What kind of a bond was it?"
"I don't know," said Fred somewhat foolishly. "I know it was a
railroad bond."
"What did you do with it?"
"We took it to the bank in Cape Vincent. We left it there with
the man who is in charge."
"Did you get a receipt for it?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's right. That's right," said Mr. Button, nodding his head
approvingly. "Go on."
"Well, when we came back from the bank whom should we find on
board our motor-boat but this same man, that we had seen on the
Erie Canal. He demanded that we should give up the bond."
"So he knew about the bond, did he?"
"So it seemed. But we told him we didn't have it. Then he wanted
to know what we had done with it and we wouldn't tell him. When
we wanted him to go ashore he wouldn't do it, and just stayed on
board and said he was coming with us. I thought it was better to
let him come--"
"That was kind of you," broke in his grandfather, with a smile.
"I thought it was better to let him come and turn him over to you
to deal with than it was for us to have any trouble up there at
Cape Vincent."
"That's all right, Fred," said his grandfather. "I'll go right
down there and talk with him."
Fred watched his grandfather as he started toward the dock and
then he quickly entered the house and went to his room.
A half-hour later when he returned to the piazza and joined his
friends who already were seated there, his grandfather, bidding
him follow him to the library, said as soon as the door was
closed behind them, "What about that bond?"
"I told you all I know.
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