sides, the Bankers' Association have promised me a handsome fee if I can get him behind the bars and break up the gang."
"I won't rest easy in my mind until you're back home safe," Mrs. Hardy declared.
"Don't worry about me," replied her husband, going over to her and patting her shoulder reassuringly. "I'll get back safely all right, and Baldy Turk will be in jail if I have to chase him all over the States. The boys will look after you while I'm away."
"You bet we will!" Frank promised.
"I'm sorry it keeps you from going on that motorboat trip with Chet and Biff," Mr. Hardy remarked. "Perhaps you can arrange another jaunt after I come back."
"We're not worrying about that, dad. We don't mind staying at home."
"That's the spirit," approved their father.
"When do you leave?" Frank asked.
"I'm waiting for a letter from a friend of mine in Chicago. If he writes as I expect he will write, I should be away by the day after to-morrow."
"Then let Baldy Turk watch his step!" observed Joe.
"We'll both have to watch our step," answered Mr. Hardy, smiling. "If I don't get him, he'll probably get me."
"Well, I'm betting on you."
