"
"No," said Jerry, "I'm carrying it round to my boss. 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.
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