"Mrs. Colonel Harrington's trunk is safe and sound on
its way to its destination."
"Hurrah!" irresistibly shouted Darry Haven.
CHAPTER XXII
BART STIRLING, AUCTIONEER
It was "busy times" at the little express office at Pleasantville.
Bart had made home and lunch in half the noon hour, and entered upon a
renewal of his duties with a brisk hail to his subordinates and
assistants, Darry and Bob Haven.
On that especial day the services of both had been required. They had
arranged to give their full time, and Bart noted that never were there
more industrious and enthusiastic colleagues.
There was the sound of active hammering as Bart entered the office,
which Darry suspended long enough to remark:
"How's that for the audience?"
The office space proper containing the desk and the safe had been railed
off, the express stuff in and out packed conveniently in one corner,
and thus three-quarters of the room was given up solely to the
requirements of the day.
A dozen rough benches filled in half the space. Its other half, also
railed off, held a heap of packages, bundles, boxes, barrels, a mass of
heterogeneous plunder, packed up neatly, and convenient for handling.
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