"And what will you do?" asked Darry curiously.
"I have arranged to hire a horse and wagon. I shall go out and visit small towns and sell from door to door, or even from the wagon, till I hear from that missing money, or get on my feet again."
"You're a good one," pronounced Darry with an admiring sparkle in his eye, slapping Frank heartily on the shoulder. "You're a stubborn one, too, so I won't intrude offers of assistance only to be turned down."
"All the time," resumed Frank, "I shall be looking out for a trace of Markham. See here, Darry, I can't get that Dale Wacker off my mind. Who are his companions? Where does he hang out? How am I going to set a watch on him?"
"He may not even be in town," suggested Darry. "You know Bob and I went all over Pleasantville last evening, like yourself seeking a trace of Markham. It looked as if Wacker had flashed into town and out again. We didn't run across him, and we didn't find anybody who had seen him since late in the afternoon."
"Say, can I speak a word?" piped in an anxious voice.
It was little Stet who had spoken. Frank and
