Two blocks farther on they met Hal’s aunt, Miss Sarah Halpert, a lady approaching middle age, of decided opinions about persons and things, prominent in the civic and social life of the city, keen in intellect, quick in resourcefulness. Hal would not, at this moment, have willingly come in contact with her. When he saw her approaching he looked about for some means of escape, but they were in the middle of a block, and the meeting was inevitable. “What’s all this about?” she inquired as she came up to them. “Are you boys returning stolen goods this morning?” “That’s about it, Aunt Sarah,” replied Hal. “Well,” she continued, “if I’d caught the little rascals that left a load of turnips in my front yard last night, they’d have thought the day of judgment had come, sure enough. Who’s this other boy? What’s your name, young man?” Then, before the “other boy” could reply, she answered her own question. “Oh, you’re Slicker. You’re the boy that fastened a tick-tack on Jerry Minahan’s window, aren’t you?” Slicker colored a little and acknowledged that he had committed the offense named. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself!” she said. But her eyes twinkled so as she spoke that Slicker knew she was not angry with him. “We’re in a hurry,” explained Hal. “We’ve got to be going.” He started on, dragging both the wagon and his team-mate in his haste to escape. But she held up a warning hand. “None of that!” she exclaimed. “I know better. I want to know what you’ve got there, where you got it, and where you’re taking it.” Hal knew, from long experience, that evasion was out of the question, and that it would be utterly useless to deny her request. So, with Slicker nodding occasional confirmation, he gave her the whole story. She did not interrupt him during the recital. But when he had finished, she said: “Well, I don’t envy you your job. I guess I’m the only person in town who isn’t afraid of Benjamin Barriscale. I don’t know what he’ll do to you, but, whatever it is, you’ll richly deserve it, both of you. I hope he’ll give it to you, good and plenty. The idea of stealing a thing like that! What put it into your crazy heads, anyway?” “It was my idea, Miss Halpert,” responded Slicker. “Hal, he didn’t want to do it. I got him into this trouble. I’m goin’ to help him out if I can.” “Good boy!” she replied. “That’s the stuff! You’ve both got the making of men in you, once you get over this foolish age. Now trot along and do your duty. And you, Hal, let me know this afternoon how it comes out.” She started on, and the boys bent again to their task; but before she had gone many steps she turned and called: “Hal! come here a minute. I want to speak to you.” When the boy reached her side she asked: “Have you got any money?” “Just a few dollars in the savings bank,” replied Hal.