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"Cut 'em loose, Ned!" cried Tom, and the bonds were soon severed. Then came explanations. As has been told, one of the plotters, whose identity was not learned until later, came with the forged note. The giant and Tom's men set out in the tank, and the machine was stopped at a certain place where the plotter, who gave the name of Crossleigh, told them Tom was to meet his men.
According to custom, Herbert called at the post office on his way home. He found a letter for Deacon Crossleigh, one for Mr. Duncan, two for Dr. Waffit, and papers for each of the two former. "Ten cents!" he thought with satisfaction. "Well, that is better than nothing, though it won't buy me a new pair of pants."
"Yes, you DO feel like one of the open space sort, trying to force yourself into the dark, don't you?" "How should I know?" she answered queerly. The conversation ended there. The evening was deepening over the earth. Already the valley was full of shadow. One tiny square of light stood opposite at Crossleigh Bank Farm. Brightness was swimming on the tops of the hills.
"Yes, my mother's Uncle Herbert, for whom I was named, lives there." "Then he must be dead." "What makes you think so?" "The envelope is edged with black. You had better carry it home before you go round with the others." "Perhaps I had," said Herbert. "I'll run, so as not to keep the others waiting. Deacon Crossleigh is always in a hurry for his paper."
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