"He ought to be reported for this," put in our hero. "Say another word and I'll run you both in," said the bluecoat. "Come away," whispered Josiah Bean. "Anyway, it ain't so bad. I've got my money." "I'm willing to go," answered Joe. "But, just the same, that policeman is a pudding head," he added, loudly. "I'll pudding head you!" cried the bluecoat, but made no attempt to molest Joe, whose general style he did not fancy. Side by side Josiah Bean and our hero walked away, until the crowd was left behind and they were practically alone. "I'm goin' to count thet money again," said the old countryman, and did so, to make certain that it was all there. "We were lucky to spot the rascal, Mr. Bean." "I didn't spot him--it was you. I'm much obliged to ye." "Oh, that's all right." "Seems to me you are entitled to a reward, Joe," went on the old farmer. "I don't want any reward." "But you're a-goin' to take it. How would five dollars strike you?" "Not at all, sir. I don't want a cent." "Then, maybe, ye won't even come an' take dinner with me," continued the old man, in disappointed tones. "Yes, I'll do that, for this chase has made me tremendously hungry." "If ye ever come down my way, Joe, ye must stop an' call on me." "I will, Mr. Bean." "Nuthin' on my farm will be too good for ye, Joe. I'm goin' to tell my wife Mirandy o' this happenin' an' she'll thank you jest as I've done." A good restaurant was found not far away and there the two procured a fine meal and took their time eating it. "Have ye found work yet?" asked the old man.