Some day Peter will be a millionaire! But Peter must not tell"
"Say, perhaps this dolt isn't telling the truth," cried Songbird. "He seems to be more than a button short."
"Button, button, who's got the button!" sang out the foolish boy. "Played that once—lots of fun. Let us play now." And he started to pull a button from his jacket.
"Come with us, Peter," said Tom. "Come, we won't hurt you."
"Where do you want Peter to go?"
"Not very far away. Come, we will give you something nice to eat."
Now, as it happened, eating was one of the dolt's weak points, and he readily consented to accompany them. Without loss of time, they made their way back to where Fred and Hans had been left.
"Hullo! who vos dot?" ejaculated the German youth as they hove in sight.
"This is a boy we picked up along the stream," answered Tom, and then drew the others aside and told his story.
"What are you going to do next?" questioned Fred seriously. "It is certainly too bad Sam and Dick are prisoners. We must take care that we are not captured."
