"Look! Here is part of a letter that was addressed to me," he said.
And he held up a scrap which bore the words: "—you and Chet can meet me and Paul"
"Is it in your uncle's handwriting?" questioned the young man from the east.
"Yes."
"Then it would seem as if some one had stolen your letter, certainly."
"That's just what was done!" ejaculated Allen. "I wonder" he stopped short.
"What do you wonder?"
"I wonder if Captain Grady had anything to do with Uncle Barnaby's disappearance."
"The cap'n air a slick one," put in Daddy Wampole. "I never liked him from the day I fust sot eyes onto him. An' seein' as how he's achin' ter git thet ranch from ye boys, why, it ain't surprisin' he took thet letter and would do more, if 'twas fer his own benefit."
"It won't be for his benefit if I find he is playing such an underhand game," rejoined Allen, grimly. The thought that Captain Grady had stolen his letter angered him thoroughly. "He fancies that we are only three boys, but he'll find out that even boys can do something when they are put to it."
