CHAPTER XV.
A "FACER" FOR THE PLOTTER "What are you going to do with all that wallpaper, Mr.Schimmelpodt ?" laughed Officer Hemingway.
"Me?
I gif bail, don't I ?" demanded the German.
"Well, you can't do it here.

That's a matter to be fixed in court." "Und dot train going by a mile a minute, I bet you!" gasped the German ruefully.
"Come along, lad," urged Hemingway gently.

"On Saturdays court opens at one o'clock.

We'll get right up there and see this matter through." "I bet you've see dis matter through---right through someone, ain't it ?" exploded Herr Schimmelpodt, ranging himself on the other side of the young prisoner.
As they went along the German, using all his native and acquired shrewdness, quickly got at the bottom of the matter.
In the meantime indignant Dave Darrin was telling all he knew about the business to an indignant lot of High School youngsters in the day coach.
"You keep your upper eyebrow stiff, Bresgott," urged the warm-hearted German.

"I see you through by dis business.