"I ain't got any money," he whined.
"No, it's not money," went on Jack. "I only want you to help me
look for something."
"Look for Suthin'?"
"Yes; along the road."
"What's the matter? Lose part of your autymobil?"
"No; it's a pocketbook--a wallet."
"A wallet?" exclaimed Lem, with such suddenness that Jack started.
"Yes," cried the lad. "You don't mean to say you found it?"
Lem seemed agitated. He shuffled his feet in the dust.
"Me find a pocketbook?" he said at length with a short laugh. "Well,
I guess not. I ain't in the habit of findin' such things as that.
What kind was it, and what was in it?"
"It was a long one of brown leather," replied Jack, describing Ed's
pocketbook and ignoring the question of what was in it. "A friend of
mine dropped it along here, and we're helping him hunt for it. My
sister and Mr. Pennington are going to look in one direction, and
you and I'll look in the other."
Jack tried to make his voice sound friendly, but it was difficult
work.
"You'll look on one side of the road, and I'll keep watch on the
other," he went on.
"All right; I'm agreeable," said Lem with a leer. "I don't believe
we'll find it, though--I ain't never very lucky.
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