Then I came over here as soon as I could, and---pardon me, but I'm feeling weak.

I'll sit down right here." Harry sat down heavily on the wall.
"Why didn't you wire me ?" asked Tom.
"Why, you didn't doubt but that I'd turn up as surely as any other bad egg, did you ?" questioned Harry, looking up.
"Chum, I wouldn't admit it, even to myself, but I feared you were dead.
But we mustn't waste time talking.

Describe that black man to me, and---" "And the company will hire detectives to start right on the trail of that negro," interjected Mr.Prenter.
"If---if the expense is really warranted," ended Mr.Bascomb, cautiously.
"Warranted ?" retorted the treasurer of the Melliston Company.

"Why, it is absolutely necessary to protect our work here! That big negro is the key to the mystery.

We must catch him if it costs us a thousand dollars." "Oh, well," assented President Bascomb, reluctantly.
"I---I guess I'm all right to start in to work now," Harry suggested, trying to rise.
"Sit down---you're not!" replied Tom and Treasurer Prenter, in the same breath, as both pressed Harry back to the wall.
"We don't need work so much to-day," Mr.Prenter continued.