"No, it didn't--and what's more, the man and a boy came close to having me arrested. I'll tell you what, Jim, I would like to get that boy in some spot where I could go through his pockets." "Has he got much?" "He's got a good silver watch, and I saw him cash money orders at the post office amounting to one hundred and fifty dollars." "Phew! that would make a nice haul. Where is the boy?" "I don't believe he's far off. I left him near the post office." "Why not look him up?" "He would recognize me and make trouble." "Then point him out to me, and I'll see what I can do." Andy Cross was willing to do this, providing Jim Huskin would "whack up" with anything which was netted from the proceedings, and the pair sauntered the way Cross had come. "There he is now!" cried the sharper presently. He pointed across the street to where Robert was walking, bound for the place where Herman Wenrich lived. "You are sure that's the boy?" asked Huskin. "I am positive." "Is the money in his vest pocket?" "I think he put it in his breast pocket." "Then I'll soon have it from him, providing I get half a chance." "You've got to be careful. He's a smart customer, I can tell you that." "I've never met the boy or man I couldn't work--if I had half a show," returned Jim Huskin confidently. "What will you do, follow me?" "Yes. If you can corner him and want assistance, whistle, and I'll do all I can," added Andy Cross. So it was arranged, and a moment later Jim Huskin crossed the street and placed himself at Robert's heels. By this time the boy was close to the river, and crossing the bridge at the foot of the street, he hurried on in the direction where the old lumberman resided. "I wonder if he lives over here?" thought Huskin. "If he does I must tackle him before he reaches home." Several blocks were passed, and Robert came to a halt on a street corner. As he did so Huskin stooped down and pretended to pick up a handkerchief. "Excuse me, but you dropped your handkerchief," he said, holding out the article. Robert felt in his pocket. "You are mistaken, the handkerchief is not mine," he answered. "Is that so? Why, I was sure you dropped it." And Jim Huskin appeared much surprised. "It's a pretty good article," he continued. "I guess I'll keep it." "You might as well--if you can't find the owner." "I once had a funny thing happen with a handkerchief," went on Jim Huskin, as he ranged up alongside of Robert when the boy started off again. "A lady dropped hers in a street car. I picked it up, and as I did so, out rolled, what do you think?" "I'm sure I cannot imagine." "A set of false teeth. The lady had been wiping her mouth and the teeth had dropped into the handkerchief. Maybe both of us weren't embarrassed. The lady got as red as a beet, and left the car at the very next corner." And Jim Huskin laughed loudly. "A good joke, wasn't it?"