Now fly!" He held him just a moment longer to slap him on the back, then released his hold.

Dunn stood watching the little figure tearing up the North Bridge.

"Great little soul!" he muttered.

"Now for old Sheratt!" He put his head down and began to bore through the crowd toward Mr.
Sheratt's house.

When he had gone but a little distance he was brought up short by a bang full in the stomach.