Parks paced the floor excitedly. He looked disappointed and bothered.
“I’ve got to do something—Andy has just got to be at the aviation meet day after to-morrow. I’ve got it! Say, suppose I could line up two thousand dollars through friends, in cash, mind you, couldn’t I hire some man in Princeville to go on the bond?”
“It is very often done,” acknowledged the sheriff.
“Then I’ll do it. Andy, I’ll be back here to-morrow. Mr. Sheriff, you can fix the papers for quick action. I’ll raise that two thousand dollars if I have to mortgage everything I’ve got. I’ve got some friends and I own a farm out West.”
“Just a word, Mr. Parks,” said Andy.
“What is it, lad?” inquired the aeronaut.
“I wish you would get word to a lawyer at Greenville, a Mr. West, about something. He expected to see me yesterday, and I was arrested before I could get to him.”
Andy explained about the advertisement and the lost pocketbook. Mr. Parks was very much impressed and interested over his story.
“Why, Andy,” he commented vigorously. “There’s something strange about all this.”
“There is probably something very important for the man who lost the pocketbook,” said Andy. “I don’t want the lawyer to think I fooled him.”