"She means Andrew Gresson," said Franklin, triumphantly. He felt as if a great load was being lifted from his heart.
"Oi think that's his name," answered Mary Haggerty. "He's the same mon that put up the bells for Mrs. Hanson."
"That's him," said Franklin. "If you do not believe it, ask Mr. Fells."
"How long ago is it since he left?" asked Belden Brice.
"Quite a while. When I first came."
"And which way did he go?"
"That way."
"Toward the depot?"
"Yes."
Belden Brice turned to John Mace.
"Supposing we go after him, John?"
"All right."
"Let the boy go along. He can point out the man if we run across him."
"He'll run away," cried Mrs. Mace.
"No, I won't," returned Franklin. "Come on; we had better lose no time."
They were soon on their way to the depot. While they were yet a block off they heard the whistle of a locomotive.
"It's the train for Newark and New York!" cried Franklin. "Let us see if Gresson boards it."
The three broke into a run, Franklin in the lead.
