back in a gasp. "Don't--don't strangle me!"

When a policeman arrived the swindler was thoroughly cowed and he turned
reproachfully to Josiah Bean.

"This isn't fair," he said. "It was all a joke. I haven't got your
money."

"Yes, you have."

"He is right, Mr. Bean," put in Joe. "The money, I think, is in your
side pocket."

The countryman searched the pocket quickly and brought out a flat
pocketbook.

"Hullo! this ain't mine!" he ejaculated.

He opened the pocketbook and inside were the twelve fifty-dollar bills.

"My money sure enough! How in the world did it git there?"

"This man just slipped the pocketbook into your pocket," answered Joe.

"I did not!" put in the swindler, hotly.

"You did."

"Dat's right!" piped up the newsboy who had brought the policeman. "I
see him do de trick jest a minit ago!"

"This is a plot against me!" fumed the swindler.

"Dat feller is a bad egg!" went on the newsboy. "His name is Bill Butts.
He's a slick one, he is. Hits de country jays strong, he does!"

At the mention of the name, Bill Butts, the policeman became more
interested than ever.

"You'll come to the station house with me," he said, sternly. "We can
straighten out the matter there."

"All right," answered Bill Butts, for such was his real name.

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 poli