ter, too, had been growing more serious as he proceeded with his questions. Sid and Tom leaned forward eagerly, and Dutch looked on, wondering what was coming next.
"I haven't got your chair," went on Frank, "but when I know what kind it is, as I do now for the first time, I think I can give you news of it."
"Then, for the love of Mike and the little fishes, speak!" cried Tom.
"Or forever after hold your peace," chimed in Dutch, solemnly.
"Where's our chair?" demanded Phil, dramatically.
"I was passing a second-hand store, the proprietor of which also does upholstering as a side line," went on Frank, "when, happening to glance into the left-hand—no, I think it was the right-hand window, I espied"
"Oh, put on more steam!" begged Tom.
"I saw a chair," went on the Californian, "a chair that I am sure must be yours. It was exactly as you have described it. I thought it looked to be quite a relic."
"Where is that second-hand place?" cried Phil and Tom in a breath, while Sid grew so excited that he grabbed Frank by the arm, and held to him as if he, too, might vanish as had the chair. "Where is it? Where is it?"
