“Good work,” a trooper praised him. “You took a big chance, young man, both with the river and your pal here. Know who he is?”
Flash shook his head. He was searching for his discarded shoes.
“Andy Clevenger.”
“Not the bank robber?”
“The same. He was recognized at a quarantine stop, but got away. We’ve chased him twenty miles.”
Flash began wringing water from his ruined suit. He was plastered with mud from head to foot.
“There’s a reward out for Clevenger’s capture,” the state policeman went on. “You may get some of the money. Give me your name and address. I think I can guarantee you a new suit at least.”
“I can use it. And I’d like permission to take some pictures before you pack this fellow off to jail.”
“Go right ahead.”
Handcuffed, the prisoner was led back to the patrol car where Flash shot close-ups and obtained complete information about his past record.