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Buddy had been taken to the Rootville jail and searched, and a pawn-ticket for the stolen watch found in his vest pocket. The ticket was on a Middletown pawnbroker, and showed that fifteen dollars had been loaned on the timepiece.
"Do you know that the men who have this room are thieves, and that one of them broke jail at Rootville?" "I don't believe your yam, boy Ahey looked like very respectable gentlemen, both of them. You had better go about your business after you have paid me for breaking down the door. You shan't ransack their property."
They were not to be gone not over three hours, and were to purchase some medicine needed by several cadets who had taken cold during the damp spell. The boys walked to Rootville in high spirits, and readily procured the drugs desired, then they wandered around from place taking in the sights. There was a depot, and as natural they drifted thither, and into the waiting room.
"Buddy Girk the tramp thief, the fellow who used to train with Dan Baxter's father." "What, the fellow who stole your watch and broke jail at Rootville?" came from Tom. "The same." "Where is he now?" questioned Sara. "I don't know. The instant he saw me he skipped."
All made the best of it, and luckily the storm did not last over twenty-four hours, when the sun came out warmly, and that was the last of the rain while the encampment lasted. A week had passed by when one afternoon Dick, Tom, and Sam received permission to visit the town of Rootville, a mile away.
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