"
"I'll expect you. Good-by."
"Good-by, sir. Good-by, Mr. Dare," cried Pep. "Oh, say," he added,
running back, "I reckon I can give you that other dollar by Monday."
On Saturday afternoon, as they were starting home early, Frank unfolded
his scheme of one day going into business for himself.
"I would like to see you do it," cried Richard, "and make a big success
of it, too. You deserve it, Frank--such a good fellow as you are!"
A few minutes later a funeral of some old soldier passed. There were
several coaches, and then a post of Grand Army men. The sight was a
sad one to Richard.
"My father was a soldier," he said to his companion. "He was shot,
too," he added, with a sigh.
"Yes?" said Frank. "Then your mother gets a pension," he added, after
a pause.
"No, she does not. She ought to have one, but we cannot get our claim
passed. My father let it rest so long that when he did try he could
find no witness."
And Richard related the full particulars of the case. Frank Massanet
listened attentively.
"I think, as your sister Grace says, I'd turn the whole country upside
down before I'd give up the hope of finding a witness," he said. "Why,
it would amount to several thousand dollars! A small fortune!"
"I'm going to try as soon as I get settled," replied Richard.
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