"Here, you!" said another voice. "You've got to get out of here. And you've got to give up the money you've taken. Quick now. We don't allow any professionals on these grounds." The voices were those of Henry P. Cross, Officer of the Day for this day of the Carnival, and Sam Green, Jr., Vice-Chairman of Police, and they were speaking to the wizard. "Sh!" said the wizard, in a mysterious voice. "It's all right! Don't make a fuss. It's all right!" "Let me kick him off the grounds!" said Mr. Cross. "All I want is a chance to kick him off the grounds. The cheap professional fakir, sneaking in to get money that ought to go to the Hospital! Let me kick--" "Now, wait!" said Mr. Green irritably. "We want to make him disgorge first, don't we? Just keep your head on, Cross. Let me handle this." "It's all right! Don't make a fuss," whispered the wizard. "I belong here." "You belong nowhere!" shouted Mr. Cross. "You belong here, indeed! Why, you couldn't tell that to a baby! I guess not! Telling fortunes and putting the cash in your pocket. Don't the Ladies' Aid of the Second Baptist Church have the exclusive fortune-telling privilege? Didn't they put us onto you?" The Chief turned back. "What's up?" he asked. "Professional," said Mr. Green. "Some Chicago grafter trying to make money out of our show." "I'm all right, I tell you," said Philo Gubb earnestly. "I'm no crook. You see Beech. Ask Beech. Have Beech come here." Mr. Cross looked at Mr. Green. "You mean you fixed it with Beech so you could tell fortunes here?" asked Mr. Cross. "Yes, that's what I mean," said Philo Gubb. "You get Beech." "Get Beech," said Mr. Green. "Beech will throw him out." "I'll watch him," said the Chief. "If he tries to move I'll club him." Mr. Cross and Mr. Green hurried away, and the Chief dangled his club meaningly. The yellow man, who had been standing awaiting the end of the controversy, seated himself on the grass and leaned his back against a tree. Philo Gubb, as evidence that he did not mean to run, also seated himself, and leaned back against the same tree. The Chief stood a short distance away, his eyes keenly on them. "How about it, Chicago man?" asked the yellow man in a low tone, bending down to pick a blade of grass. "Kin you he'p a feller out?" "How?" asked Philo Gubb. "I got in trouble," said the yellow man. "I'm gwine git hit in de neck ef some one don't he'p me mighty quick. Ef I hand you somethin' is you gwine take it?" "Sure," said Philo Gubb. "Grab it!" whispered the yellow man, and his hand slid the Dragon's Eye into the hand of Philo Gubb. The Chief moved nearer. "I guess dey let me go whin dey git me to de calaboose," said the yellow man in a louder voice. "Kaze I ain' done nuffin' nohow." "They'll let you go when we get that ruby," said the Chief meaningly; "and if we can prove it on you, you go to the pen'." Mr. Cross and Mr. Green returned with Mr. Beech. "There he is," said Mr. Cross, pointing to the wizard Gubb.