But, if you don't recognize the chisel as yours, then I'll take it up to the station house and turn it over to the chief." "After all that stretch o' talk," smiled Driggs, "you ought to show me a whole case full of chisels." "I hid it over here," Curtis explained, going over to one of the open sheds.

"I tucked it in under this packing case.

Here it is, now, just where I left it.

Do you recognize it as yours ?" From the newspaper wrapping Driggs took the small but keen-edged implement.

He regarded it curiously.