"Larry Colby wrote to me about it. He has a new banjo that cost fifteen dollars, and he—"
Dick broke off short as a slouchy-looking man brushed against him. The eyes of the man and the boy met, and then the man disappeared in the crowd as if by magic.
"Well, I never!"
"What's the matter, Dick?" came from all the others.
"Didn't you see him?"
"See who?"
"Buddy Girk, the tramp thief, the fellow who used to train with
Dan Baxter's father."
"What, the fellow who stole your watch and broke jail at
Rootville?" came from Tom.
"The same."
"Where is he now?" questioned Sam.