Nothing was said regarding the men for whom Jet had carried the satchel, because at the time the article had been written the police were not in possession of this very valuable clew.
Jet had finished reading the article, and was studying the matter in his mind without being able to arrive at any definite conclusion regarding the course he should pursue, except that he was eager to follow the men who had treated him so roughly, when a stranger halted directly in front of him.
"You don't seem to be very busy."
"It kinder looks that way for a fact."
"Taking a vacation?"
"A good deal more of a one than I want. I'd like to pick up some kind of a job that would pay a little money between now an' bedtime."
"Live here?"
"In New York. A couple of duffers hired me to come here, an' then skipped without payin'."
"So you're stranded?"
"You'd think so if you didn't have a blessed cent, an' was hungry enough to eat up the whole town."