It's his."
"Where do you work?"
"In Fourth street," said Jerry, at random.
"What number?"
"No. 136."
"Then your boss will have to get some one in your place, for you will
have to come with me."
"What for?"
"I saw you steal the barrel. You're a barrel thief, and this isn't the
first time you've been caught at it. Carry back the barrel to the place
you took it from and then come with me."
Jerry tried to beg off, but without avail.
At that moment Mike Donovan lounged up. When he saw his friend in
custody, he felt a degree of satisfaction, remembering the trick Jerry
had played on him.
"Where are you goin', Jerry?" he asked, with a grin, as he passed him.
"Did ye buy that barrel to kape your shirt in?"
Jerry scowled but thought it best not to answer, lest his unlawful
possession of the shirt might also be discovered, and lead to a longer
sentence.
"He's goin' down to the island to show his new shirt," thought Mike,
with a grin. "Maybe he'll set the fashion there."
Mike was right. Jerry was sent to the island for two months, there
introducing Mr. Preston's shirt to company little dreamed of by its
original proprietor.
CHAPTER XIII
OUT OF BUSINESS
The next day Mrs. Hoffman commenced work upon Mr. Preston's shirts. She
worked with much more cheerfulness now that she was sure of obtaining a
liberal price for her labor.
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