are wanted for that attempted treasure-train robbery, aren't they?"
"Yes, and for a more recent occurrence," answered Ralph—"the looting of the Dover freight the other night."
"I never thought of that, though I should have done so," said Joe. "The way I know that Slump and Bemis are in the woods yonder, is that one night I had a breakdown, and was delayed a little, and saw them come for the food basket where I had left it."
Ralph's mind was soon made up. He told Joe all about their plans.
"You've got to help us out, Joe," he added.
"You mean take you up into the woods in the wagon to-night?"
"Yes."
"Say," said Joe, his shrewd eyes sparkling with excitement, "I'll do it in fine style. Ask no questions. I've got a plan. I'll have another breakdown, not a sham one, this time. I'll have you two well covered up in the wagon box, and you can lie there until some one comes after the basket."
"Good," approved Ralph, "you are a genuine friend, Joe."
Ralph and Zeph had to wait around the restaurant all the afternoon. There was only an
