When he opened his eyes he was lying on the counter in the Copper Company's office, with the superintendent bending over him.
"All right, my boy?"
"Where's Jack—and the Happy Thought?"
"Safe and sound. Your partner could steer the machine from his seat, you know, and you were so wedged in that you could not fall. And I was driving past and saw you."
"And the money—it's safe?" Fred sat up and pointed to the package lying on the counter.
"That! Why, that's some porous plasters I ordered from the city. Glad you brought them up for me."
"Porous plasters!"
The superintendent laughed. "My dear boy, you brought the money with you on your Tuesday trip. I thought you didn't know it, for you forgot to take my receipt. I've just signed for it now."
"That's what Mr. Simmons meant by being careful," put in Jack. "He never actually said that the money was in this package."
"Well," said Fred, after a pause, "there were some other people that got fooled too—'Smooth Jim,' for instance."