Then the three boys, looking from one to the other, broke out in uproarious laughter.

For Jimmie was a sight to behold.

His clothing was torn, and his hands and face looked as if they had never seen water.
"How did you get down here ?" asked Fremont, after a moment.

"I left you in New York, to look after that end of the Cameron case." "Huh!" exclaimed the boy.

"You didn't take the railroad iron up with you when you came down, did you?
Nor yet you didn't lock up the side-door Pullmans.