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The nick in his ear resulted from an accident when the nurse was handling the child." "We'll find the youngster for you," promised Danny Grin lightly. "And is Mr. Hibbert a detective, too?" asked Tom Reade. "No," replied Colquitt, with great promptness, while Mr. Hibbert, grinning sheepishly, added: "I haven't brains enough for that, I guess.
Only one of the nine who assisted to organize that county, now remains in life. There were four men there whose names are inscribed on the scroll of fame whose names their fellow-citizens have honored and perpetuated by giving them to counties: Cobb, Dawson, Colquitt, and Dougherty. Warner and Pierman died young. I alone remain.
He is a fugitive from justice." "What is that you say?" cried Mr. "My boy my son -a fugitive from justice!" "He may not be your son, sir," broke in Tom Colquitt. Then the whole story came out. With it Dick described the birthmarks he had seen on Tag when the latter was at the swimming pool. "That's my boy -my son!" declared Mr. "And, oh! To think of the fate that has come upon him.
"And we'd enjoy it, too, thank you," responded Tom courteously, "but there is a point, sir, past which it would be imposition to go. So we are going to content ourselves with enjoying a very pleasant recollection of the good time we had with you this afternoon." "Better come inside with us," urged Mr. Colquitt. "I notice a table, away over in the corner, where we can be by ourselves.
"I don't want to hire a detective," Dick replied enigmatically, "but I'd like about one minute's talk with Mr. Colquitt, and I mean to have it. Don't let us dawdle on the way back, fellows." So the six boys hurried on and soon came within sight of the camp. "There they come!" cried Belle Meade. "Did you get the thief, boys?"
"We may as well join them," sighed Dave. So the party headed toward camp. Just as they stepped out into the clearing, they sighted a rubber-coated party of three men entering the clearing from the direction of the road. "Why, that must be our friends, Hibbert, Colquitt and Mr. "They must have gotten our note at last. Oh, Mr. Hibbert!" The three travelers waved their hands.
In great excitement Hibbert telegraphed the anxious father, and the father wired Blinders' detective agency, which sent me down to Gridley." "It isn't possible that Greg can be the missing son," breathed Tom Reade incredulously. "He isn't," declared Tom Colquitt promptly. "I made sure of that very soon after I reached town to-day. First of all, I found out the name of the family physician, Dr.
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