CHAPTER XXIV.
ALONG THE RIVER.
Matt could do nothing but stare at the freight agent. A man had come there and driven off with the horse and wagon and taken the cases of goods with him. It seemed too bold-faced to be true.
"Our man?" he stammered. "We have no man."
"Didn't you send the man here?" demanded the agent, as he stopped short in his work of checking off packages.
"We certainly did not," returned the young auctioneer. "Andy!" he called out, as he stepped back toward the open door, and a moment later Andy Dilks hurried into the depot.
"He says a man came here, got the cases of goods, and drove off with Billy," cried Matt breathlessly. "You did not send any one here, did you?"
"Certainly not," returned Andy promptly. "When was this?"
"Less than two hours ago," replied the freight
