Real object not known. Look out
not followed.
"Baldwin Honeywell."
With three jumps Ned was in the car and had pull Alan into the
drawing room portion. The telegram was read again and the two boys
looked at each other in astonishment.
"How could they?" began Alan.
"No matter how," answered Ned, almost out of breath. "They did and
that's enough. Now I know!"
"Know what?"
Ned pushed his chum to the side of the car and pointed outside where
Buck and his helper were at work.
"Look at him," he exclaimed.
"At Buck?"
"No. At the tramp who won't wash his face, who has a gentleman's
underclothes and who is so anxious to work for us!"
"Well, I see him. But--"
"Haven't you ever seen those sharp eyes before?"
"You don't mean--?"
"I do. If that isn't Bob Russell, the Comet reporter, I'm a goat."
CHAPTER XII
NED TO BOB RUSSELL'S RESCUE
It was a time for quick and fast thinking, and Ned and Alan did it.
Alan's instant suggestion that they denounce the disguised tramp was
almost as quickly voted down.
"So long as we didn't know who he was he had the advantage of us.
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