Retribution has been slow,
but it has come at last."
"When do you go on to New York?" asked Frank, recalling the
agent's request.
"I shall start to-morrow morning. For the present I will ask you
to keep what I have said a secret even from your good mother. It
is as well not to disturb Squire Haynes in his fancied security
until we are ready to overwhelm him with our evidence."
"How long shall you be absent, Mr. Morton?"
"Probably less than a week. I shall merely say that I have gone
on business. I trust to your discretion to say nothing more."
"I certainly will not," said Frank. "I am very much obliged to
you for having told me first."
The two rose from their grassy seats, and walked slowly back to
the farmhouse.
CHAPTER XXX. FRANK CALLS ON SQUIRE HAYNES
The next morning Mr. Morton was a passenger by the early stage
for Webbington, where he took the train for Boston. Thence he was
to proceed to New York by the steamboat train.
"Good-by, Mr. Morton," said Frank, waving his cap as the stage
started.
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