"
"Yes, and how about poor Jib Jab?" Harry said. "If you harm one person to
help another, do you call that a good turn? How do we know why he's
traveling with that circus and living in an animal's skin? Seems to me
we've got to consider _him_ when we act."
Gee, by that I saw that there's a lot more to good turns than some fellows
think.
"But anyway," I said, "Harry, that fellow is reckless just like you. Do you
mean to tell me his mother and father haven't got a right to know where he
is? Just because _you_ went all over the world doesn't say--"
"Well, there isn't any mention of his mother and father here," he said;
"only Mr. Horace E. Wade! up there in Greendale, or whatever they call it."
For a couple of minutes, Dorry and I didn't say
anything, and Harry just sat there on a log whittling a stick.
Then he said, "Let's see that picture again." Dorry handed it to him and he
looked at it in that funny, squinty way, same as before, then handed it
back.
"Then can't we do anything about it?" I asked him.
"How about getting the reward ourselves?" he asked me.
"What do we want it for?" I said.
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