"
Washburn flushed. "I'm mighty much obliged, Mr. Westerfelt. I wusn't
complainin' as it wus."
"I know it, but you are a good fellow; I'm going to trust the whole
business to you. Your judgment's as good as mine; do the best you can.
I'm going down to Atlanta for a few days--I don't know for how long,
but I will write you from there."
"I'll do the best I can, Mr. Westerfelt, you kin be shore of that."
Chapter XXIV
After breakfast, at Bradley's, Westerfelt went into his room and
hastily packed his valise and told Alf to take it to the stable and put
it into the hack going that morning to the station. Mrs. Bradley came
to him in the entry.
"John Westerfelt, what's got into you?" she asked, looking at him with
concern. "Shorely you are not goin' off."
"To Atlanta for a few days on business, that's all," he said; "I'll
write back from there."
She looked at him curiously, as if not quite satisfied with his
explanation. "Well, hurry back," she said. "Me 'n' Luke'll miss you
mightily."
"Tell Luke good-bye for me," he called back from the gate, and she
nodded to him from the hall, but he could not hear what she said.
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