“Ha! I’m after the same tribe I guess. Have you seen anything of young Anderson—Blake Lathrop or Jack Pendleton, Brady?” asked the head of the police force.
“They’re here with me, sir.”
“Ah! Their folks just telephoned to me about them. Got worried I guess.”
“That’s some of the girls’ work,” was Jack’s whispered opinion.
“Did you get the ring?” demanded the Chief.
“No, sir. They’d skipped out.”
“I thought so. Well, it’s too late to do anything to-night. Come back to the station, and we’ll send out a telephone alarm. Anderson!”
“Yes, Chief.”
“Can you describe your mother’s ring?”
“Sure.”