when confronted by Frank and Dobbins, but satisfactorily answered the questions put by her nephew.
"Oh, Frank," she said, as he and his companion left the place, "if you are going to town I wish you would stop at the post-office."
"I will," replied Frank. "I hope there will be a letter from the folks. I shall not take much of your time, Mr. Dobbins," he explained to his companion as they started for the village.
Frank ran into the post-office as they reached it. The postmistress handed out a paper from the Jordan letter-box. Frank stuck it in his pocket a little disappointedly, for he had expected a letter from his father.
He led Dobbins from the post-office to the village tavern. As he had expected, Judge Roseberry was lounging on the bench outside, spouting politics to some loafer companions.
"Keep right with me, Mr. Dobbins," directed Frank. "I shall need your services."
"Drat me, if I can understand what you're getting at, lad," said Dobbins desperately, "but I'll stick, if I can be of any use to you."
Frank marched straight up to the crowd in front of the tavern.
"Judge Roseberry," he said calmly, but with an impressive seriousness, "I will thank you to return my pocket knife."
