By gum, I'll
bet they get 'em in no time. Why already Jonas Prim's
got a regular dee-dectiff down from Chicago, an' the
board o' select-men's offered a re-ward o' fifty dollars fer
the arrest an' conviction of the perpetrators of these
dastardly crimes!"
"Gosh!" cried Willie Case. "I know--"; but then he
paused. If he told all he knew he saw plainly that either
the carrier or his father would profit by it and collect the
reward. Fifty dollars!! Willie gasped.
"Well," said Jim, "I gotta be on my way. Here's the
Tribune--there ain't nothin' more fer ye. So long! Gid-
dap!" and he was gone.
"I don' see why he don't carry a whip," mused Jeb
Case. "A-gidappin' to that there tin lizzie," he muttered
disgustedly, "jes' like it was as good as a hoss. But I
mind the time, the fust day he got the dinged thing, he
gets out an' tries to lead it by Lem Smith's threshin' ma-
chine."
Jeb Case preferred an audience worthy his mettle;
but Willie was better than no one, yet when he turned
to note the effect of his remarks on his son, Willie was
no where to be seen. If Jeb had but known it his
young hopeless was already in the loft of the hay barn
deep in a small, red-covered book entitled: "HOW TO
BE A DETECTIVE.
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