David started up. "My uncle?"
"Yep," replied Dick, enjoying the situation.
"Where? Is--is he in town?" cried the other.
"Squat, Jacky. Don't flop off your base like that. Always keep a cool
head. Look at me. If the ghost of my own dad was to pop out of that
lamp chimbley there, noose and all, I wouldn't bat an eye."
"Tell me! What has happened?" demanded David, sitting down. He
observed that the others wore very serious expressions. Joey was
frowning.
"Well, 't is a bitter tale," observed Dick, in his most theatric
drawl. "Don't look so solemn, Ruby. It's all going to turn out
beautiful, like the story-books do. No, kid, he ain't in town,--
leastwise he's not in this rotten burg. Gawd knows where he is right
now. Last I saw of him was in Richmond four days ago."
"Go on, Dick. For heaven's sake, don't you see--"
"You're anxious to know how your dear relative is, I twig, as Joey
would say. Well, you can take it from me, he's very poorly. If I was
him I'd--"
"Get to the point, Dick," growled Joey.
"Don't be kidding," added Ruby eagerly.
"All right," said he resignedly. "Well, I've been to Jenison Hall,
Jacky.
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