CHAPTER II
A FIVE-DOLLAR JOB
Frank found Mr. Buckner at his desk, tearing out a freshly-written slip from his check book.
"Good—sit down," said the business man. "Ready in a second. Now then," he added a minute later, after filling out a receipt blank, "want to make five dollars?"
"A week?" smiled Frank.
"A day—an hour, if you can get the action on this job that quick," responded Buckner briskly. "See here, Frank," he continued, consulting his watch, "a certain individual started down that south road yonder in his buggy for Riverton half-an-hour ago."
"Yes, sir," nodded Frank.
"How soon can he get there?"
"Horse any good?" questioned Frank.
"No, common every-day hack."
"Well," calculated Frank, "it's fifteen miles around by that road. Taking it fairly easy, he'd get to Riverton in about two hours and a-half."
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