made the trip to town on their bicycles. This did not take long, and reaching Oakdale they left their wheels at a drug store, where they stopped to get some red fire that was to be burned during a tableau.
At the post office they were in luck, for two packages had just come in, containing some things for which they had been waiting.
"I hope we have as good luck at the express office," said Phil.
The office mentioned was located at one end of the depot. Here they met Mr. Goode, the agent, with whom they were fairly well acquainted.
"A package for you?" said the agent, looking speculatively at Dave. "Why, yes, I've got a package for you. Come in. I was going to send it up some time to-day or to-morrow."
"To-morrow would have been too late," answered Dave. "I need the stuff to-day."
The boys followed the agent into the stuffy little express office. Mr. Goode walked to a heap of packages lying in a corner and began to turn them over.
"Hum!" he murmured. "Don't seem to be here. I had it yesterday."
He continued to hunt around, and then went to a receipt book lying on his desk. He studied several pages for some minutes.
"Why, you must have gotten it," he said.
