But Bets didn't listen. Her eyes were shining brightly, her cheeks were red with running, and she could hardly get her words out, she was so excited.
"Pip! Larry! I'vegotaglue! Oh, I've got a glue!"
"What?" asked the other four together.
"I've found the tramp!" panted the little girl. "Do say he's the biggest glue we've found!"
"Well -- he's really a suspect, not a clue," began Larry, but the others interrupted him.
"Bets! Are you sure you've found the tramp?" asked Pip excitedly. "Golly - we thought that would be almost impossible."
"Where is he?" demanded Fatty, ready to go after him immediately.
"How do you know it's the tramp? " cried Daisy.
"Well, he was wearing a dirty old mackintosh and a terrible old hat with a hole in the crown," said Bets. "Just like Fatty said."
"Yes - the hat did have a hole in the crown," said Fatty. "Bets, where is this fellow?"