And we'll march the hobo there, too, in the hope that the village has a lock-up." "It hasn't," snarled the tramp.
"Oh, we wouldn't take your word on a vital point like that," jeered Darry.
"The first thing you'll do will be to give back this poor old man's money," Dick went on, eyeing the tramp.
"I haven't got it," came the prompt denial.

"I turned it over to Joe and Bill, and they've got away with it." "You're not going to like us a bit, my man," smiled Prescott.
"We are not the kind of fellows to take your word for anything.
We're going to see whether or not you have the money.

We're going through your clothing for it.

Poor old Mr.Hinman will need it for the care that I am afraid he is going to require.
Search the fellow, Tom." Greg now aided Dave in holding the vagabond.

The tramp made such a commotion during the search that Dick and Greg added their help in holding him.
Out of a trousers' pocket Tom dragged the peddler's money sack.
It was still tied.
"Let me have it," said Dick, and took it over by the campfire, where he untied the sack and peered into it.
"There's a roll of bills and at least ten, dollars in change in the sack," Dick announced, "so I think that none of the money has been taken." "That's my money you've got," snarled the tramp.
"Tell that to the Senate!" Tom suggested.
Greg and Dan now aided Dick in lifting Mr.Hinman to the floor of his wagon, where they laid him on a pile of rags.