Ismond and Frank, he noticed a man leave the place. It was Sherry.
"All right," announced Markham, breaking in upon his friends a moment later. "I've found out what old Dorsett is up to."
"Yes, so have we," answered Frank, who stood by the side of his mother, who was looking down dejectedly. "They have just notified us that the car containing our furniture is attached."
"That so?" said Markham, with a broad smile. "Well, what are you going to do, Frank?"
"We can't leave Greenville, that's all," said Frank, with a sigh. "Mother, I'll go down to the station and get the money back for our tickets."
"Hold on," cried Markham, "you won't do any such thing. How soon does that train leave, Frank?"
"In half an hour."
"Well, get your traps together. You're going to take that train all right."
"Why, what are you talking about?" demanded Frank, staring at Markham in wonder.
"I mean that fellow who was just here has made a mess of it," said Markham. "He's attached a car all right, but not your car."
"What?"
