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"Yes, of course," agreed Beany. "But suppose they was pals.
Think we ought to tell?"
"Naw!" decided Porky. "They bought 'em at the same store like as
not. Don't butt in with foolishness. Le's go home and tell mom
an pop."
CHAPTER II
OFF TO SEE THE COLONEL
A week went by. In the jail a sullen prisoner, always swearing
his innocence, lay awaiting the outcome of Lester's injury, while
day after day he lay tossing on his bed, delirious, or deep in a
stupor from which it was difficult to rouse him.
The police were satisfied that they had the man who had struck
down Lester, and had killed the dog, but doubts were creeping
into Wugs' mind. He himself had interviewed the prisoner, not
telling him who he was. The man would say nothing, but Wugs came
off with the feeling that there was something queer afoot.
"It's the wrong man," his brain kept telling him over and over;
and when he told the police that, and heard their shouts of
laughter, the words kept repeating themselves over and over,
"The wrong man!"
There was a Boy Scout meeting one night, and Wugs went. After
the usual business was over, gathering them around him in a close
group, Wugs went over the story of his brother's great invention,
its try-out on the herd of cows, his home-coming, and the
terrible ending to his triumphant day. Then in a still lower
tone, as though he feared the very walls might turn traitor, he
told them of his feeling that the man waiting trial for the
attack on poor Lester was not the spy who had taken the formula.
"That's the thing to find out," said Wugs. "The Police are dead
sure they have the right fellow, but I'll never believe it until
I find that paper. You see, he didn't have a chance to mail it
unless he had a confederate waiting outside to take it away.
That's what we have got to find out."
"Why, 'course he had a what-you-call-it!" the Potter twins broke
in.
"Slow down! Slow down!" begged Wugs. "Gee, how do you suppose
anybody can tell what you say when you both talk at once? Let's
have Porky; you claim to be the oldest."
"See how it was," said Porky, with a free field, leering at his
disgusted brother. "'Me 'n' Beany'd been swimmin'. We went down
to the old water hole where the springboard is, and some cloze
was sitting the bank. We saw a man in the water, an' we watched
him. Say, he could swim, he could! He could just live in the
water. Well, we took off our cloze by-en-by, and went in, and
pretty soon he come out. He never noticed us any more'n if we
wasn't there; only he come out a good ways from us and walked
back where was his things, without lookin' our way. But we seen
him; his lip was twisted sort of funny, and made him look like a
grin. We'll, he dressed like a streak, and stalked off; and
Beany whispered, 'Where did you get that coat?' but seems we
didn't like to yell it right at him. He had a funny look. So we
swam and by-en-by we come away too."
"You forgot what we found," reminded Beany. "When we came where
his cloze had been we found two papers. One was just a plain
paper in a plain envelope, and the other was a card written all
up, something about admit bearer to all parts of fairgrounds. I
suppose he is going to show something at the fair next week.
Anyhow he'll have to get another, because Porky lost it out the
hole in his pants pocket goin' home. And the other paper--"
"Wait till you get to it, can't you?" said the other twin,
glaring fiercely at himself, or so it seemed to the boys
watching. "We ain't come to that. But we seen the coat all
right. Well, we got on our wheels and started home."
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