Solly Jackson turned to the young Southerner,—"you know I ain't no bad man like Pold an' that sort."
"I know you are weak-minded and weak-kneed," answered Harold Bird, in disgust. "But you stood in with those rascals and you must take the consequences."
"It's mighty hard on a fellow as ain't done nothin'!"
"Where did the other fellows go?" demanded Tom.
"I don't know—reckon they left me when I went to sleep here."
"Didn't they mention any place?" demanded Dick, sternly. "Come, if you expect us to be easy on you, you must tell us all you know."
"They did," answered Solly Jackson, after scratching his head again. "Gasper Pold said he thought of going to Tampa, Florida, where he has several friends. That young Baxter said he'd like to go to Tampa, and Sack Todd said he might go along. Then they talked of going over to Mobile, to get a steamer there for Tampa, but Pold said it wouldn't do, as all the steamboat landings and railroad offices might be watched. So then Pold said he would look around and see if he couldn't find some boat that was going to Tampa from here."
"A steamer?" queried Harold Bird.
