Digging down into a trouser's pocket this enthusiastic old High School "rooter" brought up a roll of bills almost as large around as a loaf of bread.
CHAPTER XV
A "FACER" FOR THE PLOTTER
"What are you going to do with all that wallpaper, Mr.Schimmelpodt?" laughed Officer Hemingway.
"Me? I gif bail, don't I?" demanded the German.
"Well, you can't do it here. That's a matter to be fixed in court."
"Und dot train going by a mile a minute, I bet you!" gasped the
German ruefully.
"Come along, lad," urged Hemingway gently. "On Saturdays court opens at one o'clock. We'll get right up there and see this matter through."
"I bet you've see dis matter through—-right through someone, ain't it?" exploded Herr Schimmelpodt, ranging himself on the other side of the young prisoner.
As they went along the German, using all his native and acquired shrewdness, quickly got at the bottom of the matter.