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hair?"

"Yes."

"Where is he going?" asked Mr. Gates eagerly.

"He bought a ticket for Chambersburg."

"Ha! Well, I want you to telegraph for me to Chambersburg."

The station-master was also the telegraph-operator, as it chanced.

"Certainly. Just write out your message and I will send it at once."

Mr. Gates telegraphed to a deputy sheriff at Chambersburg to be at the
depot on arrival of the train, and to arrest and detain the professor
till he could communicate further with him.

"Now," said he, turning to Philip, "I think we shall be able to stop the
flight of your friend."

"Don't call him my friend," said Philip. "He is anything but a friend."

"You are right there. Well, I will amend and call him your partner. Now,
Mr. de Gray--"

"My name is Gray--not de Gray. The professor put in the 'de' because he
thought it would sound foreign."

"I presume you have as much right to the name as he has to the title of
professor," said Gates.

"I don't doubt it," returned Philip, smiling.

"Well, as I was about to say, we may as well go back to the hotel, and
await the course of events. I think there is some chance of your getting
your money back."

When they reached the hotel, they found a surprise in store for them.

Sam had carried the professor's wallet to Mr. Perry, and been told by
them to wait and hand it in person to Philip and his friend, Mr. Gates,
who were then at the depot.

When they arrived, Sam was waiting on the stoop, wallet in hand.

"What have you got there, Sam?" asked Mr. Gates, who often came to
Knoxville, and knew the boy. "It's the wallet of that man you were
after," said Sam.

"How did you get it?" asked Philip eagerly.

"I chased him 'cross lots," said Sam.

"You didn't knock him over and take the wallet from him, did you, Sam?"
asked Mr. Gates.

"Not so bad as that," answered Sam, grinning. "You see, he tripped over
a big rock, and came down on his hands and knees. The wallet jumped
out of his pocket, but he didn't see it. I picked it up and brought it
home."

"Didn't he know you were chasing him?"

"I guess not. He never looked back."

"What made you think of running after him?"

"One of the girls told me to. The way he ran out of the back door made
her think there was something wrong."

"Suppose he had turned round?"

"I guess I could have wrastled with him," said Sam, to the amusement of
those who heard him.

"It is well you were not obliged to."

"Who