Frostbittwelve and suffocated by the odor of burning money I creptinto a seat in the automobile and began to plan my finale.

Presently an elbow poked me in the ribs and I looked into thesmiling face of Bunch Jefferson.

"Still piking, eh?" he chuckled; "you wouldn't trail along afterYour Uncle Bunch and get next to the candy man, would you? 0nly$400 to the good to-day. Am I the picker from Picklesburg, son ofthe very aged man Pickwick?--well, I guess yes!"