"Come on, Carrots! We're goin' down to find your pardner, so's to kinder square things. You'd better come, too."
"What do you mean to do?" Carrots asked, as he joined the throng.
"They're goin' to give him back part of the money Skip stole," Teenie squeaked; "an' then I reckon he'll work up round the City Hall."
A few moments previous to this meeting it had seemed to Carrots as if he desired nothing more, because he was part-owner of a stand, and Skip's tyrannical reign had come to an end; but now, if such a thing could be possible, he was even more elated than before, and all idea of business was forgotten as he followed those who, but a short time previous, were his enemies.
It was a regular triumphal march for the amateur farmer, and the promises of friendship from every side gave him much pleasure.
"I knew you fellers would like Teddy when you got acquainted with him," he said, gleefully.
"It wouldn't have taken us long to find that out if he'd started in different," Reddy Jackson replied. "Why didn't he pitch right inter Skip the first thing?"
"How could he when he got in the station-house?" said Carrots. "He wouldn't 'a' let Skip get away, then, if that policeman hadn't been there."
"But after he got out there wasn't anything done," Sid objected.
"You couldn't expect him to jump into trouble again right away. He had to wait so's to fix things, an' then he came out like a little man."