any trick like that again. I s'pose if I let you take a shovel you'll not skip out with it?"
"I'm not in the habit of stealing," Ned answered indignantly.
"I don't know anything about your habits," the man answered. "I only know a fellow worked that game on me once and I don't intend to be caught again. I'll give you thirty cents for cleaning the walk. That'll pay for your meal and be fifteen cents over. You can take it or go to jail."
"I'll take it," Ned exclaimed. "Where's the shovel?"
"I'll be watching you," the clerk went on. "If you try the sneaking act I'll have the cop after you."
"You needn't be afraid," rejoined Ned.
The waiter came back to report that the policeman would be there in a few minutes.
"Go and tell him it's all right," the clerk said. "The kid's going to shovel the walk to pay for his grub."
The waiter, not much relishing his second trip through the storm, scowled at Ned as he passed our hero, but the boy was so pleased at the escape from his predicament that he did not mind the waiter's black looks.
Ned made a good job of cleaning the walk.
