Poor Jimmie!" "He'll get out of it in some way," laughed Frank.

"They won't hold him long if they do pinch him.

Anyway, we want him around there to meet Nestor when he comes back.

He'll tell some cock-and-bull story that will put him to the good with the cops." But Fremont was not so sure of the resourcefulness of Jimmie, and worried over the matter not a little as they walked the streets, quieting down now, for the soldiers had been called back to camp and the citizens of the town were seeking their homes and beds.

As for Frank, he was talking most of the time of the supper he was hoping to get before long.