"Is this another one of the gang?"
"Yes, in the counterfeit money business, and when we get back I calculate the constable can be found without much trouble."
"Well, Jet, you've done this job up about as brown as possible, and there'll be no mean reward coming when Bob reaches New York."
"What do you mean?"
"One thousand dollars has been offered for the apprehension of those charged with murder, and in regard to the makers of the queer, Uncle Sam ought to shell out liberally for having them brought in so cleverly. The firm shall be Harvey & Co., for a boy who can do so much single handed will be an ornament to the force even though he isn't larger than a pint of cider."
"I had Jim to help me," Jet replied modestly.
"Who is Jim?"
"A boy I met up at the village, and promised twenty dollars if we succeeded."
"But I haven't earned it," Jim cried, "I was mightily frightened, an' would have run home long ago if you'd let me."
"The money has been earned," Harvey said as he took a roll of bills from his pocket, "and I'll add ten on my own account."