"They are about burned out," answered the officer, as the last firecracker went off with an extra loud bang. "You are safe. Go along with you." And he waved his stick. Sammy lost no time in sneaking off. The boy who had played the trick had a good laugh and so did his companion. Soon Sammy heard a band and saw some "Milingtary," as he called them, approaching. The sight of the soldiers with their guns awed him, yet he followed the procession to a grove, where there was more music and also speechmaking. He listened to the orations with wide-open mouth, until he suddenly lost interest when a bit of banana skin was thrown at him, landing directly in the opening. "Wah!" he spluttered. "Who threw thet skin at me?" He could not find the offender and so roamed around the grove, presently halting before a temporary stand filled with things to eat. He now discovered that he was tremendously hungry. "Snathers take the expense," he muttered to himself. "I'm a-goin' to have something to eat if it breaks me." He had brought along a lunch from home, but had forgotten it on the train. He approached the stand and looked the stock of eatables over. "What's the price o' them bananas, mister?" he asked. "Two cents each." "Well, I suppose if I take two you'll let me have 'em fer three cents." "Couldn't do it." "Well, who cares, anyway? It's only four cents. Let me have two." The bananas were handed over and Sammy looked for his change. But he only had two cents and a one-dollar bill. "Can you change that?" he asked, holding out the bill. "Certainly," answered the standkeeper, and promptly gave the youth a fifty-cent piece and a lot of small change. With his bananas in one hand and his money in another Sammy retired to a distance, to count his change and make sure it was right. While he was buying the fruit a boy in tatters watched him eagerly. Now the boy came up to the country lad. "Please, mister, won't you give me some money to buy bread with?" he asked, in a quivering voice. "To buy bread with?" asked Sammy, in astonishment. "Yes, please--I'm awful hungry." "Ain't you had nuthin' to eat to-day?" "Not a mouthful." Sammy's compassion was aroused and he began to look over his change. "Look out for that!" cried the tattered boy, looking upward suddenly. Sammy's gaze traveled in the same direction. As his eyes went up the boy in rags grabbed the money in his hand and in an instant was making off through the crowd. The movement was so quick, and the surprise so great, that for the moment Sammy was bereft of speech. At length he recovered sufficiently to shout the single word at the top of his lungs: "Constable!" "What's the matter?" asked a policeman, running up. "Thief! Robbery!" "Where is the thief?" "He ran off." "Where? In what direction?" "I--er--I don't know," stammered Sammy. "What did he take?" "Took all my money." "How much?" "Ninety-six cents. It ain't all--I've got two cents left."