"I didn't get over here any too soon, if you fellers have gone to stoppin' at a house."
"But why shouldn't we, when we found one like that where they'll take us in mighty cheap? An' say, that old woman is the boss cook!"
"An' she'll get in jail, too, if you keep on this way. Here's you an' Joe advertised for by the lawyers, an' yet are sich chumps as to settle right down where the detectives will get on to you the very first thing."
"I ain't been advertised for."
"Well, that's where you make a mistake, Master Smartie. Perhaps you haven't seen the evenin' papers."
"What's in them?" Plums cried, in a tone of alarm.
"Pretty much the same as what you saw in the Herald this mornin', only that they're offerin' to pay for any news of Joe Potter an' a feller what's called 'Plums.'"
"Do you mean that, Dan? Are they really advertisin' for me?" Master Plummer asked, in a tone of terror.
"That's what they're doin', an' the way the cops are chasin' 'round town huntin' up bootblacks an' newsboys is a caution. Three different ones asked Jerry Hayes if he knew you or Joe; but you can bet they didn't find out very much. Jerry's sharp enough to keep his mouth shut."