"Who was it?"
"A boy about your size."
"What was he doing?" asked Dave.
"He was up on top of the fence. He had climbed up one of the slanting outside supports, I guess. You know there"s two rows of barbed wire a-top of the boards. Well, there he was, making a great fuss."
"What about?" inquired Dave.
"The back of his coat was all tangled up in the barbs. He couldn"t pull it loose. Then I heard some voices speak on the inside of the fence. There were two men there."
"You think they had got over first?"
"It looked that way. They told the boy to pull out of his coat. He got his arms out, started to untwist the coat, stuck his fingers with the barbs, and tumbled over into the factory yard."
"And then?" pressed Dave eagerly.
"H"m! I went to sleep."
"What! not knowing but what they were burglars?"
"Boss, I never mix up with other people"s business, good or bad."
"How did you come to get the badge?"
"Why, when I woke up at sunrise I saw the coat sticking on the fence where the boy had left it. I climbed up and got it. The badge was pinned to it."
"You haven"t got the coat on."
"Good reason."
"What"s that?"
"Well, my own coat is pretty ragged but it ain"t a marker to the way that boy"s coat was riddled and torn by them barb wires."
"Didn"t you search the coat?"
"Every time that, matey."
"And found--?"
"Humph! nothing."
"Nothing at all?"
"Oh, yes, there was some cigarettes, a stub of a pencil and a card with some marks and writing, on it."
"What did you do with the card?" asked Dave.
"Tossed it into the ditch with the coat."
"Do you remember where?"
"Sure, I do."
"I"ll give you another dollar to take me to the spot."
"Say, you"re a gold mine to me, Cap. Come ahead."
Dave was doing a good deal of active thinking. More than once, as his companion led way around the high board fence enclosing the Interstate plant, Dave took out the badge he had bought and scrutinized the scratches on its back closely.
"The tramp guided the way across a bleak prairie stretch. Then he followed the dry ditch, until they came to a spot where thick clumps of weeds directly lining the fence suggested a cozy resting and hiding place for any stray wayfarer.
"There"s where I was asleep, as I told you," spoke Dave"s companion, pointing to a spot where the weeds were somewhat trodden down. "And there"s the place where the coat caught. See, there"s one or two pieces of the cloth of the coat hanging in the barbs yet."
"Yes, I see," a.s.sented Dave. "Now, where did you throw the coat and the things you found In it?"
The tramp moved about from place to place, got in line with the fence support, and looked down into the ditch. He moved along slowly, his eyes on the ground. Finally he stooped down.
"Here"s the coat--what there"s left of it," he reported. "Here"s that card, too. I can"t find the pencil."
"Never mind that," replied Dave, extending his hand for the proffered objects.
"I smoked up the cigarettes."
Dave glanced eagerly at the card. He shoved it in a safe pocket.
Then he rolled up the coat and placed it under his arm.
"Very good, very good, indeed," he said.
"Here"s that dollar I promised you."
The tramp received the money, beaming all over his face.
"Say," he observed, as he moved on, "if it wasn"t that you"ve made me rich enough to retiree from business for a time, I"d offer to find the owner of that coat and the fellows who were with him."
"I"ll do just that," said Dave to himself in a satisfied way.
Then, his hand resting on the card in his pocket, he added:
"What luck!"
CHAPTER XIII