“Not until your trial comes on. Let me explain, so you will understand the situation. I have gone on your bail bond.”
“I don’t know how to thank you,” said Andy gratefully.
“Your friend, Mr. Parks, found me late last night at Greenville, where Mr. West and myself were anxiously awaiting you. He explained about your arrest, and told us the whole story of your affairs. It seems that your trouble began with the finding of my pocketbook. It was only right, therefore, that I should stand by you—which I have done, and intend to keep up, Andy, for you have proven yourself a good, honest boy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Webb,” said our hero with considerable emotion.
“Mr. West, my legal adviser, arranged with Mr. Bird, who has just left us. The signing of your bail bond is the result. You are free to get to those anxious friends of yours at the aviation meet, but first I want you to take a little trip with me.”
“After that old leather pocketbook, I suppose.”
“You’ve guessed it right, Andy.”
“I would like to speak with a good friend of mine in the jail here for a moment,” said Andy, “and then I will be ready to go with you.”
“All right, Andy.”
Chase had already heard the good news and congratulated Andy, chuckling and hobbling about at a great rate.