He'll fetch up in the penitentiary, or reform school, some of these fine days.

I've heard Chief Wambold has declared that the next time he has anything connected with breaking the law on Nick he expects to take him before the Squire, and have him railroaded to the Reformatory; and he means it, too." "Well, you can hardly blame the Chief," agreed Hugh, "because Nick and his pals, Leon Disney and Tip Slavin, have certainly made life hard for the police force of Scranton for years back.

Brush fires have been started maliciously, just to see the fire-laddies run with the machine and create a little excitement; orchards have been robbed time and again; and, in fact, dozens of pranks more or less serious been played night after night, all of which mischief is laid at the door of Nick Lang, even if much of it can't be actually traced there." "Of course, what you say is the exact truth, Hugh." "Give dog Tray a bad name, and he gets it right and left," chuckled Hugh.

"I've had an idea that once in a while some of the more respected fellows in town may have broken loose, and gone on night expeditions.

They felt pretty safe in doing it, because every citizen would believe Nick was the guilty one.