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d receive the ten dollars reward. Since Glen was almost as big as he, there had been some question how he should restrain the

knew it was useless to bump against those solid doors. The way out lay through Mr. J. Jervice, and the time for getting out was very brief.

. Being effectively poked it struck Mr. J. Jervice neatly in the back of the

ng. "Them flags is worth a quarter a

et me out,"

emember. Stopping and starting is awfully expensive-takes as muc

'll lose money on it, Mr. Jervice. I have a sharp, open k

are," shoute

ck to the reform school. All I'll get will be a littl

this record. We are obliged to admit that at this time he was a wilful lad, and he was especially provoked at this man because he had dragged him from the counsel and aid of M

said Glen, when the doors were opened. "I earned this ride, so I

an nor a brave man, and had no idea of offering any opposition. He stoo

. Glen was standing by an abandoned stone quarry as these thoughts came to him. It contained many nooks and corners in which a boy might hide, and would be far safer for the present than tramping along the road or in the fields. So he picked out a secluded

or a clock quite accurately, so there was no deceiving himself as to time. He had eaten a good breakfast before leaving the Gates' home so there was no occasion for excessive hunger, but he did get very thirsty. Looking down through the old qu

otherwise in good condition. Glen took them to his hiding place and spent a great deal of the afternoon cleaning off the rust. Then he began work on a rou

chery of Jervice, and also awakening a great trust and confidence in Mr. Gates. Perhaps he was right after all. Perhaps it would be a good thing for him to go back to the school, serve out his time, and then try to make a man of himself. If the school had been close at hand he would h

im an idea. They were marketable and would surely provide a supper for him. He looked them over as closely as the fading light would allow but

hange for his offering. He felt that the lack of a hat as he walked through the streets would be sure to attract attention. He found just the place he needed at the very

oy in a man's suit of clothes offering to trade

things?" he asked, as he

old quarry east of

ok like tools that have been l

spent all afternoo

to be fair with you. Wait a min

d the hot tears filled his eyes. He had found these tools all rusty, and spent all afternoon cleaning them, and now this man was bound to call up

him; at least he walked in his direction and when Glen started to run he ran too. Glen was terribly frightened. He ran madly, not once looking behind, and therefore ignorant of the fact that after one block the officer gave up the chase after a boy who was probably playing some foolish joke. It was a h

s head touching the curb, lay a strong young man. Across their bodies was the vehicle which Glen had overturned, something like a large baby buggy or a small invalid chair, with a steering whe

f my arm,

"It's the only thing I've got to remember you by, u

n to hurt you

ughtless for me to get in your way.

you all about it. I want you to help me. I

ever calls on Jolly Bill in vain. You get up and lift this automo

aged to lift the vehicle

et up, can't y

ised himself to a sitting position as he spok

hough the conveyance told him t

u?" he asked. "Are y

ung fellow. My legs

stirred with sympathy. "I'm glad you have

you have left. That's what I try to do, and that's why they call me Jolly Bill. Now

tting into his cart once Glen

ahead and one to your right-and meantime you ma

ou won't give m

desperate character, and that perhaps explains your pe

ng that his new friend was poking fun. "I r

ly. "The question is are you reformed, are

Glen, the first confession

it would be to go back to the

," admitted Glen. "But I do

you want to go. I want to go, but I have to be taken.

you around,"

mportant personage and wherever I t

better than anyth

r you a week or two. I have a plan that will make me a fortune; b

houted Glen. "Tr

give my s

r. Up

your

you'd say I d

rs ago a terrible accident deprived me of my father and at the same time left me as you see me. I support my mother by selling real estate. Twenty miles or so from here I know of a great fortune. But it is hidden