"I want you to give me a pencil and some paper, and I will write out a
list of some things I want. You take it and the ten dollars and bring me
the things here to-morrow. I want you to promise in the meantime,
though, that if you come upon me unawares, or when I'm asleep, or under
any circumstances whatever, you will turn your head away and not look at
my face."

Bart was very much puzzled.

"I think I see how it is," he said after a brief period of reflection,
"you are afraid of being recognized?"

"Think that if you want to, maybe you're right," returned Baker.
"Anyway, I don't want to do anything or have you do anything that will
mix you up in my troubles. My way is the safe way. Will you do what I
ask?"

"Yes," answered Bart promptly. "Can't I get the things you want
to-night?"

"I am afraid not, for most of the stores are closed."

"That's right. Well, then, let me make a suggestion: I have two keys to
the new express office. I'll give you one. After dark, if you don't want
to do it in daylight, go over and unlock the door. Pick out two or three
dry-goods boxes from the heap behind the shed, carry them in and rig up
any kind of private quarters you like at the far corner of the shed.
I'll see that nobody disturbs you. In a couple of hours I will bring you
a blanket from the house and a nice warm lunch, and you can be