In a few minutes more the party,including Joe,was off in the direction of the police station.
"Better keep a good eye on your money,Mr.Bean,"said our hero,as they walked along.
"I've got it tucked away safe in an inside pocket,"answered the old countryman.
The station house was several squares away,and while walking beside the policeman the eyes of Bill Butts were wide open,looking for some means of escape.He had "done time"twice and he did not wish to be sent up again if it could possibly be avoided.
His opportunity came in an unexpected manner.In a show window on a corner a man was exhibiting some new athletic appliances and a crowd had collected to witness the exhibition.The policeman had to force his way through.
"Hi,quit shovin'me!"growled a burly fellow in the crowd,not knowing he was addressing a guardian of the law.
"Make way here!"ordered the policeman,sternly,and then the fellow fell back.
It gave Bill Butts the chance he wanted and as quick as a flash he dove into the crowd and out of sight.
"He is running away!"cried Joe.
"Catch him!"put in Josiah Bean.
Both went after the swindler and so did the policeman.But the crowd was too dense for them,and inside of five minutes Bill Butts had made good his escape.
"What did ye want to let him slip ye fer?"growled the old countryman,angrily.
"Don't talk to me,"growled the policeman.
"He ought to be reported for this,"put in our hero.
"Say another word and I'll run you both in,"said the bluecoat.
"Come away,"whispered Josiah Bean."Anyway,it ain't so bad.
I've got my money."
"I'm willing to go,"answered Joe."But,just the same,that policeman is a pudding head,"he added,loudly.
"I'll pudding head you!"cried the bluecoat,but made no attempt to molest Joe,whose general style he did not fancy.
Side by side Josiah Bean and our hero walked away,until the crowd was left behind and they were practically alone.
"I'm goin'to count thet money again,"said the old countryman,and did so,to make certain that it was all there.
"We were lucky to spot the rascal,Mr.Bean.""I didn't spot him--it was you.I'm much obliged to ye.""Oh,that's all right."
"Seems to me you are entitled to a reward,Joe,"went on the old farmer.
"I don't want any reward."
"But you're a-goin'to take it.How would five dollars strike you?""Not at all,sir.I don't want a cent."
"Then,maybe,ye won't even come an'take dinner with me,"continued the old man,in disappointed tones.
"Yes,I'll do that,for this chase has made me tremendously hungry.""If ye ever come down my way,Joe,ye must stop an'call on me.""I will,Mr.Bean."
"Nuthin'on my farm will be too good for ye,Joe.I'm goin'to tell my wife Mirandy o'this happenin'an'she'll thank you jest as I've done."A good restaurant was found not far away and there the two procured a fine meal and took their time eating it.
"Have ye found work yet?"asked the old man.
"Not yet.I was looking for a job when I met you.""Well,I hope ye strike wot ye want,lad.But it's hard to git a place in the city,some times.""I shall try my level best."
"Wish I could git a job fer ye.But I don't know nubuddy.""I am going to try the hotels next.I have a strong letter of recommendation from a hotel man.""If ye don't git no work in Philadelphy come out on my farm.
I'll board ye all winter fer nuthin',"went on Josiah Bean,generously.
"Thank you,Mr.Bean;you are very kind."
"I mean it.We don't live very high-falutin',but we have plenty o'plain,good victuals.""I'll remember what you say,"answered our hero.
An hour later he saw the countryman on a train bound for home,and then he started once more to look for a situation.
