[CHAPTER II.]
FOILING A SCOUNDREL.
Near Jamestown the "Jim" River forms a loop, encircling a generous stretch of timber. Wherever there is timber, in any prairie country, there is an invitation for men to make a park; so the ground encompassed by this loop of the river was beautified and obtained the name of "City Park."
After leaving the broker's office, Matt started for the park. In the outskirts of town he met a youngster walking in the direction of the river, with a fishpole over his shoulder.
"Hello," said Matt.
"Hello yourself," answered the boy.
"Do you know where Mr. Traquair lost his life in that flying machine?"
"I guess yuh don't live in Jimtown, do yuh?" returned the boy. "Everybody around here knows where that happened."
"No," said Matt, "I only reached Jamestown last night."