, which he
had got mended, and Frank started home with his brother once more. But
they had sixteen miles to go before they would reach the Boy's Town, and
the carriage had been so badly shattered, or else the driver was so much
afraid of the horses, that he would not let them go at more than a walk.
Frank was anxious to get home on his father's account; still he would
rather get home safe, and he did not try to hurry the driver, for fear
they might not get home at all.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when they stopped at his father's
house. His older-younger brother, and the hired girl, whom his mother had
got to keep house while she was gone on her visit, came out and took his
little brother in; and the girl told Frank his father had just been there
to see whether he had got back. Then he knew that his father must have
been as anxious as he had been afraid he was. He did not wait to go
inside; he only kicked off the shoes he wore to the city and started off
for his father's office as fast as his bare feet could carry him.

He found his father at the door. He did not say very much, but Frank could
see by his face that he had been worrying; and afterwards he said that he
was just going round to the livery stable the next minute to get another
team, and go down towards the city to see what had become of them all.
Frank told him what had happened, and his father put his arms round him,
but still did not say much. He did not say anything at all about Mr.
Bushell's money or seem to think about it till Frank asked:

"I'd better take it right straight over to his store, hadn't I, father?"

His father said he reckoned he had, and Frank started away on the run
again. He wanted to get rid of that money so badly, for it was all he had
to worry about, after he had got rid of his brother, that he was out of
breath, almost, by the time he reached Mr. Bushell's store. But even then
he could not get rid of the money. Mr. Bushell had told him to give it to
his partner, but his partner had gone out into the country, and was not to
be back till after supper.

Frank did not know what to do. He did not dare to give it to any one else
in the store, and it seemed to him that the danger of having it got worse
every minute. He hung about a good while, and kept going in and out of the
store, but at last he thought the best thing would be to go home and ask
his father; and that was what he did.

By this time his father had gone home to