"We fixed him solid," he declared jubilantly. "There can't nothing beat Wat now. We opened the eyes of the county."
"You surely did," groaned Ellis. "When the Press Association add to their Hall of Fame, they will shroud me in the folds of that dad-blamed bit of art!"
CHAPTER V
Jap came running into the office, early in January, his freckled face aglow, his red hair standing wildly erect.
"Golly Haggins!" he exploded, "I got a letter from Wat. He's up at the Legislator and he writes—he writes this!" He fairly lunged the letter at Ellis.
Ellis read, scowling:
"My dear young Friend,—
"I am at the Halls of Justice and I want to fill my promise to reward you for the noble deed you done. There is a chance for a bright boy as page, and I have spoke for it for my noble boy. Come at once. Time and tide won't wait, and there is thirty other boys camped on the trail,
"Respectfully your Friend,
"WAT HARLOW."