Pal stayed very close to Jeff as Pop led them toward the cells. The two chicken thieves came to the front of theirs and clasped the bars with their hands. They were wholly delighted because, in his brush with Jeff, Pop had come off second best. Jeff grinned back at them.
"Hi, Jeff! Got anything to make our happy home happier?"
"Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd., has something for everyone and can please you. Here is a nice hack saw."
"I'll take that," Pop said.
"You'll take it for thirty-nine cents."
"Hand it over. You'll get it back when you leave."
"Well—" Jeff gave him the hack saw and the pair in the adjoining cell roared with laughter.
Pop asked, "Got any more?"
"Unfortunately, the hack saw department is understocked and our new order has not arrived."
"Get in."