Dave laughed heartily, though what seemed to amaze him most of
all was that Dick had found a chance to write for pay.

"Of course you can do it, Dick," continued his loyal friend, "but
I never thought that anyone as young as you ever got the chance."

"It came my way," Dick went on, "and I'm mighty glad it did.
So-----"

"Wow!" muttered Dave, suddenly, then started off at a sprint,
as he muttered:

"Here's Tip Scammon now!"

Both boys moved along on a hot run. Tip was walking slowly along
Main Street, giving a very good imitation of one unconcerned.

He turned when he heard the running feet behind him, however.
His first impulse seemed to be to take to his heels. But the
young jailbird quickly changed his mind, and turned to face them,
an inquisitive look on his hard cunning face.

"Good evenin', fellers. Where's the fire?" he hailed.

"In my eyes! See it?" demanded Dave Darrin. His dark eyes certainly
were flashing as he reached out and seized Tip by one shoulder.

"Now don't ye git festive with _me_!" warned Tip.