But his wrath
was none the less deep because he brooded over it in secret. He
would have renewed his attempt upon Pomp, but there was something
in Mr. Maynard's eye which assured him that his threat would be
carried out. Frank, solicitous for the little fellow's safety,
kept vigilant watch over him for some days, but no violence was
attempted. He hoped John had forgotten his threats.
CHAPTER XII. A LETTER FROM THE CAMP
The little family at the Frost farm looked forward with anxious
eagerness to the first letter from the absent father.
Ten days had elapsed when Frank was seen hurrying up the road
with something in his hand.
Alice saw him first, and ran in, exclaiming, "Mother, I do
believe Frank has got a letter from father. He is running up the
road."
Mrs. Frost at once dropped her work, no less interested than her
daughter, and was at the door just as Frank, flushed with
running, reached the gate.
"What'll you give me for a letter?" he asked triumphantly.
"Give it to me quick," said Mrs.
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