“I saw him the other day,” went on Miss Berwick.
“What!” cried Bob, with a start. “You don’t mean that the rascal has escaped again?”
“Oh, no,” returned the girl. “I saw him in prison.”
“Oh!” said Bob, in great relief. “That’s better. That’s where the villain belongs. But how on earth did you happen to see him?”
“It was quite accidental,” was the reply. “I went with a friend of mine who is acquainted with the wife of the prison warden. A radio concert was to be given for the benefit of the prisoners and the warden’s wife had invited her to attend and bring any friend she liked with her. I didn’t have Cassey in mind—didn’t know, in fact, that he was in that special prison. You can imagine then how startled I was when in looking over the rows of prisoners in the prison chapel where the concert was given I recognized Cassey. He looked up and saw me too, and I never saw such a black and wicked look on any man’s face as came into his. He looked as though he would like to tear me to pieces.”
“No doubt he would if he had the chance,” replied Bob. “I imagine I wouldn’t fare very well either if he could get a hack at me. He’s bad medicine, through and through. Had you heard that he escaped once?”
“No,” replied Miss Berwick, in surprise. “Tell me about it.”
In response, Bob narrated the incident of Cassey’s escape and how he and the other Radio Boys had been instrumental in his capture.
“So you see,” he concluded, with a laugh, “Cassey must think I’m his hoodoo. I’d have a mighty slim chance if he ever had me helpless in his hands.”
But here, Bob, glancing at his watch, saw that he had barely time to reach the high school before the bell rang, and with cordial farewells they parted.