I guess it
was all right. They had an idea of winning that reward; you know about the
offer, of course?"
"Yes, I knew," Jib Jab said.
"How about this old gent you're named after? Friend of your father's? I
thought as much. Pretty rich, I suppose? Good. Now, Jib, you and I know
what it is to go broke. I've gone broke forty-eleven times. And we're both
keen for adventure; that's our trouble, I guess. There's a fellow over
where we're camping, a young fellow, with a bunch of little tenderfoot
scouts. They came up to hunt for you and to get that reward. They're broke.
They need some mazuma to start in with. They need a hundred. Do they get
it?"
Jib Jab said, "What do you mean?"
"Well, first you're willing to go home?"
"Do you have to ask me that?"
"All right then," Harry said; "here's the plan of campaign and General
Pershing himself couldn't plan it better. You're going home, that's
settled. Prodigal son, and all that stuff. But first you've got to be
discovered. Give us another light, will you? I put it to you from man to
man, or from tramp to _what-is-it, you can't go home without being
discovered.
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