"Dick," asked Jimmy, "you don't s'pose you ran away to fight Indians; did you?"
"Fight Indians? No. Why?"
"And you didn't take any money from your dad; did you?"
"Of course not. What makes you ask such questions?"
"Because it's in der paper," replied Sam. "See, iss dis got anyding to do mit you?" and he held out the torn piece of the newspaper.
Dick read it quickly, and slowly shook his head. A look of hope had come into his face when Sam had extended the slip, but it faded away again, leaving him pale and wan.
"No, I'm sure that isn't my name," he said.
"Are you sure?" asked Sam, who hated to give up the idea.
"Very sure."
"But didn't you want a pony?" asked the German youth.