Fred waited till Bowman drove out of the yard, and then, taking his gun, went off himself. But he did not turn his steps in the direction of Sinclair's cottage. He had ascertained that there was a way of going by land to that part of the woods where he had met his young companion of the morning. He had made up his mind to repair to the spot now on the chance of finding the boy, and securing the bonds that very afternoon. He felt that there was no time to be lost. It would have been easier and shorter to take the boat, and the landlord would have made no objection. But some one might see him out on the lake, and this would excite Bowman's suspicions, especially when he discovered that the bonds were missing. So Fred chose the land route as the wiser one to take under the circumstances. The distance was quite two miles, but Fred did not mind that. The prize for which he was striving was too great for him to shrink from such a trifle as that. He reached the other side of the pond, but no one was in sight. He walked about anxiously looking here and there. "I hope I shall not have my walk for nothing," he said to himself. But luck was in his favor. Walking at random he all at once heard a boy's whistle. He quickened his steps, and almost directly, to his great delight, he recognized, sauntering along, the very lad he had taken out in the boat in the morning. "Hallo, there!" he cried. The boy turned quickly. "Oh, it's you, is it?" "Yes." "I thought you were to meet me to-morrow morning." "So I was, but I did not dare to wait. I think Bowman will get the bonds to-morrow, and make a bolt of it." "Then what do you propose to do?" "I want you to get the package for me to-day." "Do you think I will get into any trouble?" asked the boy cautiously. "It won't be stealing, will it?" "It would be if the bonds were Bowman's, but they are not. They belong to a rich banker in New York, as I have already told you, and in showing me where they are you are aiding justice." "Will I get the hundred dollars, sure?" "Yes, I will guarantee that. What is your name?" "John Parton." "I will take it down. As soon as I get back to New York I will see that the money is sent you." "I'll chance it," said the boy. "You look honest, and I believe you." "Go on, then, and I will follow you." John led the way into the thickest part of the wood. He paused in front of a large tree, partly gone to decay. The trunk was hollow, containing a large cavity. "The package is there," he said. "Get it for me," returned Fred, "and there your task will end. I will undertake the rest." In less than five minutes the package was placed in Fred's hands. He opened his vest and placed it inside, carefully pinning it to the waistcoat, so that it might not slip down. "It will be awkward to carry," he said, "on account of its size. I wish it were safe in Mr. Wainwright's possession." Then a new idea came to him. "Is there any express office near here?" he asked.