"What have you found?"
"All I need, added to your description."
Ike had come across several strands of hair. He rose from the floor and held the threads under the full glare of his lantern, and the old man exclaimed:
"I remember; yes, I did grasp one of them by the hair and must have pulled a few locks."
"Hardly a few locks, but enough," said Ike.
The young ventriloquist obtained what he most desired. He had the description, as stated, and he knew the color of the hair of at least one of the robbers. Let him find one of them and he well knew he would not only run down the men but the "swag." He felt quite jubilant, and after a long talk with Mr. Sidney, in which he gave the old gentleman very minute instructions, he passed out the front door, and as he did so a man seized him.
"Hello, young fellow! what are you doing in there?" came the question.
"I am not in there; I am out here," answered Ike coolly, and at the same instant Jack ran up and said:
"Look out for that fellow, Ike. He's a bad one."
"I want you," said the man.