“No, Wandering Dick and I have been following a show. You see——”
“Who? Say that again,” interrupted Chase excitedly.
“Wandering Dick.”
“Where is he now?”
“Three days ago I left him about fifty miles south of here.”
“Is he there now?”
“I think so. The show broke up and that threw me out, but Dick talked about staying around Linterville till he could panhandle it south for the winter.”
“See here,” said Chase, drawing out his pocketbook. “There’s a ten-dollar bill,” and he flipped over some bank notes.
“I see there is,” nodded the tramp wonderingly.
“I’ll start you out with a good breakfast and that money in the morning. I want you to find Dick, bring him here, and I’ll give you each as much more money when you do.”