“Yop, Kinky Lewis,” said Hervey. “He’s in the same patrol with me; I think he’s patrol leader.”
“You think? Don’t you know?”
“I should worry—go on, what did they see? If those fellers⸺”
“Just a minute—you asked me. A boy named McCullen is the one they saw. He was fooling around⸺”
“Oh,” gasped Hervey in relief.
“He was fooling around the fire-box and these scouts saw him,” said Mr. Walton. “They knew him by a cap he wore. They thought he must have heard them, because all of a sudden he ran away. They went down to the police station to-day and told the chief about what they saw and they helped him find this young what’s his name. It’s all in this afternoon’s paper. They’ve got the little rascal in the lockup and they’re going to hold him so in case they make an arrest for the robbery, they’ll have him to identify the criminals.”
“Chesty McCullen, I know him,” said Hervey excitedly. “His father goes fishing; once he let me use his father’s boat⸺”
“Is that the way he makes his living—fishing?” asked Mr. Walton.
“Sure, he’s only got one eye. Most of the time he’s drunk, but the rest of the time he goes fishing.”
“Hmph.”