making Dick put the two hundred dollars under the stone. Everything had gone well up to a certain point. The dog had been taken away, carried in the wagon to Leonardville, and thither Simon had gone to make the final arrangements. The unexpected appearance of Dick had spoiled the scheme. Simon had hurried to the barn to warn his confederates, but at that instant Grit, excited by a beating he was getting, had broken loose.
"No," mused Dick, "I don't believe Simon will show up around here for some time."
"Who is the other letter from?" asked Mr. Hamilton.
"I don't know. I'll open it."
Dick rapidly scanned the contents.
"Uncle Ezra Larabee is coming to pay us a visit," he announced. "He'll be here to-morrow."
"Uncle Ezra, eh?" repeated Mr. Hamilton. "I suppose he wants to see how you are getting on—with your investments."
"Hum!" exclaimed Dick, with an uneasy laugh, "maybe he thinks the year is up and I'm to go back with him. But it isn't—I'm glad to say."
"Well, we must make his visit pleasant," said Mr. Hamilton. "It isn't often he comes to Hamilton Corners."
Uncle Ezra Larabee arrived the next day. Dick was in the library reading when he heard the door bell ring and the butler answered it.
"Is Mr. Hamilton in?" he heard a voice ask,
