CHAPTER XXIII.
SOMETHING IS MISSING.
"The goods haven't come in!" cried Matt. "What's to be done now? We can't open up without them, and we can't afford to miss the chance of taking a good round sum on parade day."
"I'll telegraph to New York and find out what the trouble is," returned Andy, and he started for the telergaph office without delay.
The message was sent to the metropolis within quarter of an hour, reaching its destination before any of the down-town wholesale houses were open for business. At eleven o'clock a reply came back that the cases had been duly sent, and that the delay would be traced up, if possible, at the freight depot there.
"This leaves us in a pickle for to-day," said Andy, as he handed the message over to Matt.
"Well, it won't be so bad if only we get our goods by to-morrow morning, Andy. Let us go
