put in Frank. "I understand they had a singing club year before last."
"We're going to have a banjo club," said Dick. "Larry Colby wrote to me about it. He has a new banjo that cost fifteen dollars, and he—"
Dick broke off short as a slouchy-looking man brushed against him. The eyes of the man and the boy met, and then the man disappeared in the crowd as if by magic.
"Well, I never!"
"What's the matter, Dick?" came from all the others.
"Didn't you see him?"
"See who?"
"Buddy Girk, the tramp thief, the fellow who used to train with Dan Baxter's father."
"What, the fellow who stole your watch and broke jail at Rootville?" came from Tom.
"The same."
"Where is he now?" questioned Sam.
"I don't know. The instant he saw me he skipped."
"I'll wager he wasn't in the crowd for any good purpose," went on Dick, as he remembered how he had suffered the loss of his timepiece at Buddy Girk's hands. Dick had had a good deal of trouble in recovering the article.
"He ought to be pointed out to the police," put
