ceman. 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 rem