AN INTERVIEW OF INTEREST "Well, I shouldn't go back home until your father and your uncle return," said the senator's son.

"Then, if you are arrested, they'll know exactly what to do." "It's too bad it happened!" murmured Dave.

"I wish I had gotten off to the West without seeing Aaron Poole.

But I suppose there is no use in crying over spilt milk.

I'll have to face the music, and take what comes." The three lads went on, and presently came in sight of the farm where Caspar Potts and Dave had once resided.