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: