“Hurrah!” fairly yelled William. “We’ve found him!” and he began dancing around the room.
At the sound of William’s cry Ned looked up and saw his chums.
“Why—why—where did you all come from?” he asked.
“We came after you,” replied Bart, “and a fine chase you led us. Where in the world have you been, Ned?”
“Here! What’s all this row about in my place?” asked Cassidy, hurrying up from the rear of the resort. “You people have no right in here.”
“Easy, Cassidy,” advised the detective. “What about that boy?” and he pointed to Ned.
“Oh, it’s you, Reilly,” said Cassidy, as he recognized the officer. “Well, he robbed me!”
“No, I didn’t!” retorted Ned, hotly.
“That’s right, you didn’t kid!” exclaimed a husky voice, and a man, in ragged clothing, shuffled into the light. “He didn’t take your money, Cassidy.”
“Who did then?” asked the lodging-house keeper.