"I'm in a hurry, if none of the rest of you are."
"I want my pocket-book," said the lady, defiantly.
"Well, ma'am, I haven't got it, and I don't see as it's doing you
any good detaining us all here."
"Conductor, will you call a policeman to search that young scamp?"
continued the aggrieved lady. "You don't expect I'm going to lose my
money, and do nothing about it."
"I'll turn my pockets inside out if you want me to," said Frank,
proudly. "There's no need of a policeman. The conductor, or any one
else, may search me."
"Well, youngster," said the conductor, "if the lady agrees, I'll
search you."
The lady signified her assent.
Frank accordingly turned his pockets inside out, but nothing was
revealed except his own porte-monnaie and a penknife.
"Well, ma'am, are you satisfied?" asked the conductor.
"No, I aint," said she, decidedly.
"You don't think he's got it still?"
"No, but he's passed it over to his confederate, that boy there
that's so full of impudence."
"That's me," said Dick, comically.
"He confesses it," said the lady; "I want him searched."
"All right," said Dick, "I'm ready for the operation, only, as I've
got valooable property about me, be careful not to drop any of my
Erie Bonds."
The conductor's hand forthwith dove into Dick's pocket, and drew out
a rusty jack-knife, a battered cent, about fifty cents in change,
and the capacious pocket-book which he had received from the
swindler who was anxious to get back to his sick family in Boston.
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