“Humph!” laughed Charlie. “Young fellow, you're easy!”
“Do you mean you're not going?” cried Samuel.
“What! When I've got a free license to work the town?”
Samuel stared at him, amazed. “You mean they wouldn't arrest you?”
“Not for anything short of murder, I think.”
“But—but what could you do?”
“Just suppose I was to tip off some newspaper with that story? Not here in Lockmanville—but the New York Howler, we'll say?”
“I see!” gasped Samuel.
Charlie had tilted back in his chair and was proceeding to fill his pipe. “Gee, sonny,” he said, “they did me the greatest turn of my life when they poked you into that cell. I'll get what's coming to me now!”
“How will you get it?” asked the boy.