"Come, speak up, an' be quick about it," the man cried, fiercely. "We've got no time to waste on sich cubs as you, an' in about two minutes you'll get worse'n we served out the other night."
"That wasn't me follerin' you from the museum tent," Sam said, quickly, thinking possibly this fact might work in his favor.
"Who was it?"
"Teddy an' Dan."
"Who is Dan?"
"A feller who works for the Stevens Arms Company up at the fair."
"Why did they follow us?"
"Teddy wanted to get back the money he gave you to buy a cane-board with."
"If he knows what's wise for him he'll stop any such rackets, or he may get more'n he bargains for."
Then the second man, who still held firmly to Sam's collar, asked, as he shook his prisoner vigorously: