ve," Paul admitted. "Some time later, when we get
this queer affair off our hands, I want to talk with you about a lot of
things connected with this scout movement. I got some good ideas from a
bunch of papers left at our house for me. Guess who remembered us in
such a bully way?"

"Give it up. I might mention every gentleman in town, and then some,"
laughed Jack; "for they're all watching what we're doing, with interest.
But go on and tell me who it was, Paul."

"Mr. Peleg Growdy," came the surprising answer.

"Well, you don't say?" exclaimed his chum, delight showing in his voice;
"so the old man has really seen a great light, has he? I guess he's
taking more interest in our troop than anybody else in town. That night's
work was the best thing that ever happened for the boys of Stanhope, as
well as for Peleg. I take off my cap to him after this, Paul."

"But wait; that isn't all. You know that Si Growdy is a nephew of his?
Well, he's without a home no longer. Peleg sent for him, and they had a
long talk. Si told me this morning that he's really been adopted by his
uncle, and is going to make his home with him. What d'ye think of that,
Jack?"

"Just immense, that's what," declared his companion, slapping a hand on
Paul's shoulder; "I'm glad we went there and cleaned up the old man's
dooryard. Some of the boys thought it silly at the time; but they
understand things better now. He was just needing something like that to
touch his heart. Up to then he thought all boys were pests. We opened his
eyes some, eh?"

"That's right, we did. But about those coins!" said Paul, smiling once
more.

"Yes, first tell me who it was you suspected that has turned out
innocent?" asked his chum.

"There he lies yonder, sleeping, with one eye open and watching us!"
remarked Paul, pointing across the room.

"What! Carlo! You actually suspected him of taking my coins? Why, Paul,
whatever put that notion into your head?" demanded Jack, in sheer
astonishment.

"Well," returned Paul; "perhaps it was silly, but then you've taught him
to fetch a basket from the baker's, and do lots of stunts. I didn't know
but what the sly old chap might be helping himself to your coins, and
palming them off on the butcher for a supply of bones."

"That would have been the limit!" gasped his friend. "But you found out
that he was innocent, did you?"

"I finally went in and talked with Mr. Griggs; but he said Carlo just
came in once in a while, look