"It's no use for you fellows to fight over what has been done. The money is gone; there's no doubt about that; but it may be you can get it back."
"How?" Teddy asked, eagerly.
"By notifying the police, and it is possible that they may find your man long before the fair is ended."
"But even if they should, how can I pay Uncle Nathan the eighteen dollars he wants, after givin' Deacon Jones the ten which I promised?"
"That, of course, is a question I cannot answer," the officer of the company replied, not unkindly; "but it will certainly be better to get some of the money back than to lose the whole."
"Of course it will," Sam said, promptly, after waiting a few seconds without hearing any reply from Teddy. "Tell us what to do, an' I'll see to the whole thing."
"Hello! What kind of a meeting are you holding here?" a cheery voice cried, and, looking up, the disconsolate Teddy saw a merchant whose stock he had been examining a short time previous.
In a few words the baggage-master explained the condition of affairs.
"Can nothing be done?" the merchant asked.
"It is barely possible. The fact of the matter is that the two swindlers left on the last train, and this boy's money has gone with them beyond a doubt."