"
"I am not so foolish as to hope anything like that will happen," said
Mr. Mason. "No, I'm out twenty good hard-earned dollars. That's all
there is to it. But I'll get it out of Frank Kennedy, somehow."
"If he ever comes back," said Mr. Bobbsey, in a low voice.
"Oh, he'll come back--never fear!" responded the other lumber dealer.
Mr. Bobbsey gently shook his head. He was not so sure of that. Frank,
as he ran down the road, crying, seemed to feel very badly indeed, and
when he said he would never come back it sounded as though he meant
it.
"Poor little chap!" thought Mr. Bobbsey to himself. "I am very sorry
for him. I wonder where he will sleep to-night?" And he could not help
thinking how badly he would feel if he knew his own two dear boys had
to be without a place to sleep, or somewhere to get a meal.
Mr. Mason did not appear to worry about the plight of his ward, for
whom he was guardian.
The lumber dealers finished their business and Mr. Mason again thanked
Mr. Bobbsey for what he had done for the two girls in the boat.
"I guess I'd better keep Frank at the house after this," went on Mr.
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