"I must lie low, for the mother's sake.

And--give her a wide berth.

It's getting pretty warm.

This fellow's a chump; but the detectives, there's another breed of rats!" The boy shivered as he thought of the gleaming handcuffs.
Arthur Ferris had now recovered from the first shock of the tidings from the West enough to look ahead for the piloting of his own interests.

He smiled grimly.