Then a new idea came to him.
"Is there any express office near here?" he asked.
"The nearest is at Hyacinth, five or six miles away."
"I should like to go there. Do you know where I can hire a team?"
"We are not using ours to-day," said John.
"Then," said Fred promptly, "I will hire it, paying any price your father considers satisfactory, and I will engage you to drive me over.
You know the way?"
"I"ve been there hundreds of times."
"Then it is all right. Do you think we can have the team? I"ll pay two dollars for that, and a dollar for your services as driver."
"It"s a go! Come right along! Our house is less than half a mile away."
Then the two boys emerged from the woods, and made their way to a comfortable farmhouse, situated in the midst of fertile fields. John went into the house, and presently came out with his mother.
"Are you the young man that wants to go to Hyacinth?" she asked.
"Yes, ma"am."
"Well, I don"t know of any objection. Don"t stay too long."
"I"ll be back in time for supper, mother."
"Did your mother ask you what I was going for?" asked Fred.
"No; I told her you wanted to take a ride."
"That will answer. I wish there was enough snow left for sleighing."
The horse was quickly harnessed to an open buggy, and the two boys got in. John took the reins, and turned out of the yard. Soon they were speeding over the road that led to Hyacinth. It was a pleasant drive, but Fred was too much occupied by thoughts of what he carried to pay much attention to the scenery.
At length they turned into the princ.i.p.al street of Hyacinth.
The express office was just across the way from the railway depot.
Fred entered and inquired, "How soon will a package start for New York?"
"In about an hour."
"As it is valuable, I will get you to put it up securely, and seal it."
"Very well."
The agent wrapped it up in some thick brown paper, gave it to Fred to direct, and then laid it carefully away.
"Do you wish to insure it?" he asked. "What is the value?"
"I will insure it for five hundred dollars."
Fred knew that this would secure extra care, and he did not care to name the real worth lest it might tempt some employee to dishonesty.
"Now," he said, as they left the office, "I feel easy in my mind."
But when the boys were half way home, they overtook another buggy, containing two occupants. One of them was the landlord of the Lion Inn, the other was Paul Bowman.
CHAPTER x.x.xIV.
BOWMAN"S PANIC.
Paul Bowman, who was driving, the landlord having given up the reins to him, checked the horse and hailed Fred in evident surprise.
"Where have you been?" he inquired abruptly.
"I have been to ride," answered Fred, with an appearance of unconcern.
"I thought you were going to call on Sinclair."
"So I was, but after you left I decided to take a walk in another direction. I met John, and engaged him to take me to drive."
"Are you going home now?"
"Yes, I think so. Can you take me to the hotel, John?"
"Yes," answered his companion readily.
"Then we will follow along behind Mr. Bowman."
Of course there could be no private conversation, so John and he spoke on indifferent topics. When they reached the hotel Fred jumped from the buggy.
"Good-by, John," he said. "You will hear from me soon," he added in a significant tone.
Then he joined Bowman, who was wholly unsuspicious of the disaster that had befallen him.
"I should like to go over to Sinclair"s," thought Fred, "but I suppose Bowman will expect me to keep him company."
But in this he was agreeably disappointed.
At seven o"clock the landlord drove round, and Bowman sprang into the buggy.
"Sorry to leave you, Fred," he said, "but we are going to Vaudry on a little business. Hope you won"t be lonely."