what regretfully. "Come on, Grit, old man, we'll go out to the stable and see how Rex is getting along," for Dick had not greeted his pet horse since his return from the academy.
Mr. Hamilton continued on to the library, and tried the door. It was locked.
"Let me in, Ezra," he called.
"Is that savage dog gone?" inquired Mr. Larabee, with anxiety in his voice.
"Yes, Dick has taken him to the stable."
"That's where he belongs. Wait a minute and I'll open the door."
There were sounds inside, as though tables and chairs were being moved away from the portal, and then Uncle Ezra's lean face was thrust carefully out of a crack of the door, as he cautiously opened it. He took a survey up and down the hall, and, seeing no signs of Grit, swung the door wider.
"He wouldn't hurt you," said Mr. Hamilton, as he entered. "Grit is as gentle as a lamb."
"Lamb! Humph, you can't make me believe that!" snorted Mr. Larabee. "He'd have bitten me if I'd stayed there."
Mr. Hamilton did not answer, but drawing up an easy chair, and indicating another for his brother-in-law, inquired:
"What was it you wanted to see me about, Ezra?"
"It's this," went on Mr. Larabee, walking over and locking the library door. "I'm going back to
