"Where are you?" Ralph inquired, somewhat mystified.
"Here I am--the wiggling stick. I'm behind it."
"Oh! I see!" said Ralph--"and who are you?"
"Me? Oh, nobody in particular."
Ralph now discovered that his challenger was on the other side of the close board fence, and through a crack was moving a thin splinter of wood up and down to indicate his exact location. Ralph came up to the spot.
"What do you want?" he inquired.
"That quarter, mister--you know, back there with the gang, I heard you. Well, here I am. Pass through the coin, will you?"
Ralph got a dim focus through the crack, and surmised that the speaker was the dirty-faced little fellow who had looked at him so longingly when he offered the money.
"You know where Ike Slump is?" asked Ralph.
"No, I don't, mister."