"But he has no bicycle, it would be too much like work for him to ride one." "Well, he must have borrowed it then, because he was pulled in by one of the city men for breaking the ordinance against riding on the sidewalk." "The nut," ejaculated Turner. "He should have known better than that." "We've got to get him out of hock," said Frank. "I guess you will if he gets out to-night," returned the officer, laughing, "and it takes about fifty dollars bail to do it." The boys looked at each other, aghast. "Fifty dollars!" they said. "That's a lot of money." "Take up a collection," suggested the officer, "and I'll go down to the station with you. It has got to be cash. They won't accept checks for bail, you know." Frank and Jimmy brought forth their rolls, but when they had laid all their cash on the table they were still short a matter of twenty-five dollars. In this emergency David Powers was called upon across the hall, and he advanced the necessary funds. At the Police Headquarters they found the Codfish installed in the Captain's room, writing industriously. "Just in time," said the Captain. "I was just going to put him in the cooler. I think he ought to spend the night with us, anyway. Teach him a lesson." The Codfish continued his writing unconcernedly for a minute, sighed with satisfaction, folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. "When the formalities are complied with, I'll go along with you. Have you got the bail?" he said to Frank, who was gazing at him in amazement. The money was soon paid over, and the Codfish was released from the grip of the law with instructions to be on hand for the opening of the city court at nine o'clock the next morning. "You crazy nut," said Jimmy, on the way up to Pierson Hall. "How did you come to get pinched?" "Method in my madness, old top. Let's swing around to the _News_ office. I've got a couple of articles for them, two more scoops." "And what are they?" "O, read the _News_ in the morning," said the Codfish, joyfully. "You wouldn't understand the workings of the genius mind like this," tapping his forehead, "if I told you." The boys swung over to Elm street, and the Codfish handed in two articles at the _News_ office, and then went along with his friends. "It always gives me a feeling of deep exhaustion to see those heelers working so hard on that sheet." "Do they work hard?" inquired Frank. "Work hard! Great fishes of the vasty deep, they put in an amount of hours that ought to make you football fellows blush with shame, if you could blush. The ordinary news-heeler doesn't have time to eat his meals." "You don't cut out many, I notice," laughed Jimmy. "Yes, but I'm not the ordinary kind." "I've heard you say that before." "These other fellows chase little bits of things for news' sake, while I create news for my sake. Get the difference?" "Right--O," said Frank. "You created some the other day--some bone news."