TILL!"

About eight o'clock that evening Bart came down to the express office
carrying a lunch basket and a blanket, as he had promised his erratic
friend, Mr. Baker.

The young express agent had spent a busy day, and the evening promised
to continue to furnish plenty for him to do.

He had the infinite pleasure of seeing his mother's face brighten up
magically, when he related sufficient to her of the day's experience to
satisfy her that the revenue from the express business was secure.

She had received some intimation of this from her husband's lips an hour
previous at the hospital, and said that Mr. Stirling was feeling
relieved and hopeful over the visit of the express superintendent, and
the prospects of Bart succeeding to his position.

Bart very much wished to visit his father at once, but Mrs. Stirling
said he had quieted for the night, was in no pain or mental distress,
and it might not be wise to disturb him.

Bart told his mother something about the roustabout and their friendly
relations, and the bottle of hot coffee, home-made biscuit sandwiches,
and half a pie were put up for Bart's pensioner with willing and
grateful care.

Bart also took a shade lantern with him, and lighted it when he came to
the express office. He found the padlock loose.

He glanced over to the far dim end of the place. Baker had built a
regular cross-corner barricade of packing boxes, man-high.

Bart set the lantern on the bench and approached the roustabout's
hide-out.

"Are you there, Mr. Baker?" he inquired.

"Yes, I did just as you told me to do," came the reply, but the speaker
did not show himself.

"Well, here's a blanket. Can you make up a comfortable bed?"

"Oh, yes, I've got a broad board on a slant, and plenty of room."

Bart lifted over the lunch basket.

"There you are!" he said briskly--"now enjoy yourself, and don't take a
single care about anything. Have you made out that list of things you
want?"

"Yes, here it is," and Baker handed over a piece of paper inclosing the
ten-dollar bill.

"I'll attend to this promptly," said Bart. "Supposing I look it over
right here? There may be some things you have noted down I want to ask
you about."

"Maybe you'd better," assented Baker.

Bart sat down near the lantern. The bit of paper was covered with crude
handwriting, the same as that which had announced to him that afternoon
that the contents of the safe in the old express shed ruins were safe.

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