Here it was announced that he might possibly recover, although
this was exceedingly doubtful.
"He's a bad one," said Tom, when he heard Dick's story. "I would
like to know what Buddy Girk has to say about him."
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. Buddy had more than this
amount in his pocket, and some time later the money was forwarded
to the pawnbroker, and then the precious watch and chain came back
to Dick, in as good a condition as ever.
"I haven't got nuthin' to say," said Buddy, when Dick tried to
make him talk. "I didn't steal the watch, and I didn't do
nothin'."
"You won't tell me anything about Arnold Baxter?" questioned Dick.
"Ain't got nuthin' to say," repeated Buddy, who was planning to
escape from jail that very night.
And escape he did, through a window the bars of which were bent
and broken. The authorities searched for him for nearly a week,
but the search proved unavailing.
"I don't particularly," said Dick, in commenting on the affair.
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