"It looks like he made a haul of clothes somewhere," remarked Frank; for Brockholt certainly was not wearing the suspicious striped suit which he had on at the time of the late pursuit.
"Yes, and they're a mile too big for him too," grinned Officer Whalen.
"Untie his hands, and let me fasten him with steel bracelets," remarked the Chief; which kind attention had to be forced upon the culprit, who seemed to have no appreciation of the shining articles with which these others insisted upon decorating his wrists.
They soon took him away, and when their voices had died out in the distance, the two boys sat down alongside the newly-revived fire. Willie Baxter was anxious to hear all the particulars connected with the finding of the lost pocketbook.
Between them Frank and Lanky told the story, the latter supplying all particulars which the modest participant would have omitted could he have done so.
"Ain't sorry you came along with me, Frank?'* asked his chum, later on, when they had said goodnight to Bill, and were skating rather stifily down the Harrapin.
"Not a bit of it. That has just been a great treat to me. I reckon Bill Baxter is about the happiest fellow in the county to-night. And just think of
