“Hey, Joe! Joe Kenton!”
Joe turned his bicycle across the street and drew up in front of Sam Sawyer. “Hello,” he said. “What’s it?”
“Want to see you a minute. How’s it feel to be a hero and have your picture in the papers and everything?”
Joe grinned embarrassedly. Then he glanced at the bundles in the carrier and frowned. “I’ve got to hurry,” he said. “I—”
“Well, wait a minute, can’t you? Have you got that reward yet?”
“No, but they said they would send a check to-day. I dare say it’s over at the house now.”
“What are you going to do with it?” asked Sam, a bit enviously.
Joe smiled. “Put it in the bank for the present,” he answered. “It’s going to come in mighty handy later. Help a lot with school expenses, you know.”
“Yes,” agreed Sam. “Say, have you seen Warren to-day?”
“Warren? No.” Joe glanced impatiently at the city hall clock and from thence to the bundles.