the shoulder with one hand, and with the other extended a crisp new five-dollar bill.
"I am glad to get this," said Frank, "but I have hardly earned so much, I think."
"What! when you saved the day by your nimbleness and square common sense? See here, Frank, I'm mightily pleased with you, and if you will drop in here to-morrow I think I can put you in the way of earning a few more of those precious notes."
Frank bowed his thanks and left the office with a light heart. He went straight home, entered the house quietly, and actually startled his mother by silently dropping the five-dollar bill on the book in her lap.
Mrs. Ismond shared her son's pleasure when Frank recited his brisk experiences of the morning. He ate a good lunch with appetizing vigor, secured his bicycle repair kit, and was soon down the road, whistling cheerily all the way to the big woods.
As Frank neared the spot where he had left Christmas and the bicycle, he was greeted with loud and repeated barking.
"That's strange," he mused. "Christmas isn't given to such demonstrations when on duty. Some one must have come In sight or hearing. Hey, old fellow, what's all this rumpus?" questioned Frank,
