"How was I to know they were worthless?" asked Simon, with a short laugh. "He has to take chances in this world. But this time there'll be no slip-up. Come on, I've got to see a man to-night."
As the two walked from the tent, where the merry-making was still going on, Guy saw something dangling from Simon's pocket. It looked like a small black snake.
"What's that?" he asked, in some alarm.
"Hush!" whispered Simon. "That's the leash thong of Dick Hamilton's bulldog. Come along!"
CHAPTER XVI
DICK TURNS DETECTIVE
"Well, Dick," remarked Mr. Hamilton at breakfast the next morning, "your party was a great success."
"I hope they all had a good time. They seemed to. I know I did."