the real one, I thought."

"I thought so too," agreed Porky. "But they got the real one all
right on account of the tear in the collar."

"Yes, of course," agreed Beany. "But suppose they was pals.
Think we ought to tell?"

"Naw!" decided Porky. "They bought 'em at the same store like as
not. Don't butt in with foolishness. Le's go home and tell mom
an pop."





CHAPTER II

OFF TO SEE THE COLONEL


A week went by. In the jail a sullen prisoner, always swearing
his innocence, lay awaiting the outcome of Lester's injury, while
day after day he lay tossing on his bed, delirious, or deep in a
stupor from which it was difficult to rouse him.

The police were satisfied that they had the man who had struck
down Lester, and had killed the dog, but doubts were creeping
into Wugs' mind. He himself had interviewed the prisoner, not
telling him who he was. The man would say nothing, but Wugs came