There was no signature to the letter, either of name or initials.  Amos was sorely puzzled what to do when he had read this strange epistle.  Of course it was plain that the writer could put him in the way of recovering little George if he would; but, then, where was Brendon wood? and how was he to get to it on the following morning?  And yet, if he did not act upon this letter and follow its directions, the child might be lost to him for ever, and that he could not bear to think of.  The nearest town to the finger-post was yet some five miles distant; and should he reach that, and make his inquiries about the wood with success, it would be difficult for him to return home the same evening by any reasonable hour.  Still, he could not find it in his heart to abandon the search, and he therefore made the best of his way to the little town of Redbury.