Ellsworth said it was all right."
Gee, Dorry couldn't answer that argument.
"You should worry about its being an right," I said; "but, oh boy, if we
make a mistake we'll spoil everything. We have to watch our step. We've
just got to make Brent Gaylong discover that fellow without any help. If we
don't, _good night!_ he'll never claim the reward. I know that fellow."
"Maybe we'd better tell Harry; Donnelle," Dorry said.
"That's just what I was thinking," I told him; "because maybe he can think
of a way."
So as soon as we could, we got Harry off in the woods alone. There wasn't
much time, because we were all going to hit the trail for Newburgh after
breakfast.
I said, "Harry, that freak fellow in the circus is the same fellow who's
picture was in the paper; he's Horace E. Chandler, I'm positive."
He said, "I told you if you ate too many of those flapjacks last night,
you'd be dreaming dreams."
"All right," I told him, "you remember about Marshal Foch; how you said he
was a calf?"
"Let's have a squint at the picture," Harry said; "these remarkable
discoveries of yours are getting to be a bad habit.
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