Among them were Lester Brigham and Bob Owens, who seemed to be very much interested in something that was fastened to the bulletin-board in the store.

Having nothing better to do just then Dan walked up behind them, and looking over their shoulders spelled out with much difficulty the following-- "NOTICE.
"_Ten Dollars Reward_.
"Strayed or stolen, my black-and-white pointer, _Dandy_.

I will pay the above reward for his safe return, and ask no questions; or I will give _Five Dollars_ for any information that will lead to his recovery.
"DONALD GORDON." "I am glad he has lost him, and I hope he will never see him again," said Bob, spitefully.

"If I knew where he was, I wouldn't tell him for five times five dollars." "What does he want him back for, anyhow ?" said Lester.

"Don is assisting in shipping quails out of the country, and the first thing he knows the dog will be of no use to him." Dan did not waste five minutes in loafing about the store after that.
Here was something he had been waiting for ever since he stole the pointer.