"It's--what?" demanded Ralph in profound astonishment.
"Settled--at least fixed up in some way."
"How do you know?" inquired Ralph skeptically.
"Adair, the road detective, told a crossings man, boiling hot over it. Said that Slump had gone to the justice, put in an appearance, and was bound over to next court term."
"Why," said Ralph, "that looks incredible. He would have to give bonds."
"Yes, five hundred dollars' bail. He gave it, right enough. Bondsman was right there. The thing had been cut and dried beforehand."
"Who was his bondsman--did you learn?" asked Ralph.
"Sure--it was old Gasper Farrington."
[CHAPTER XVIII--A DESPERATE CHANCE]
"Gasper Farrington again!" cried Ralph.