But Ted let her out a couple of links, and in a
moment the man in checks was out of sight.
CHAPTER XV.
THE LODGING-HOUSE BATTLE.
"What aire ye goin' ter do with ther blamed thing, now yer got it?"
asked Bud, as they sped across the Eads Bridge into St. Louis.
"I haven't made up my mind yet. It certainly doesn't belong in this
town, and if we use it here we will have to get a local license."
"Jumpin' sand hills, yer not goin' ter run it yere?"
"Why not?"
"Whoever owns it is li'ble ter come erlong some day, an--"
"Then I'll give it to him, if he can prove it is his, but I don't think
it will ever be claimed."
"How's that?"
"Because the owner is a thief, and if he finds it is in the hands of an
officer he will let it go rather than face an investigation. Besides, I
need it."
"Ted Strong, aire yer goin' dotty over them derned smell wagons, too?"
"No, I can't say that I am, but if I lived in a town like this, and
could afford it, you bet I'd have one."
"But where aire yer goin' ter keep it? We shore can't take it up ter our
room.
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