"What for?" Young Dick countered.

"We gotta get out quick, an' payin' our way at the start is quickest.
Me--I'm all hunkydory; but you ain't. The folks that's lookin' after
you'll raise a roar. They'll have more detectives out than you can
shake at stick at. We gotta dodge 'em, that's what."

"Then we will dodge," said Young Dick. "We'll make short jumps this
way and that for a couple of days, layin' low most of the time, paying
our way, until we can get to Tracy. Then we'll quit payin' an' beat
her south."

All of which program was carefully carried out. They eventually went
through Tracy as pay passengers, six hours after the local deputy
sheriff had given up his task of searching the trains. With an excess
of precaution Young Dick paid beyond Tracy and as far as Modesto.
After that, under the teaching of Tim, he traveled without paying,
riding blind baggage, box cars, and cow-catchers. Young Dick bought
the newspapers, and frightened Tim by reading to him the lurid
accounts of the kidnapping of the young heir to the Forrest millions.

Back in San Francisco the Board of Guardians offered rewards that
totaled thirty thousand dollars for the recovery of their ward. And
Tim Hagan, reading the same while they lay in the grass by some water-
tank, branded forever the mind of Young Dick with the fact that honor
beyond price was a matter of neither place nor caste and might outcrop
in the palace on the height of land or in the dwelling over a grocery
down on the flat.

"Gee!" Tim said to the general landscape. "The old man wouldn't raise