"Have you figured out what we ought to do if by good luck we all get
over to the other side, safe and sound?" went on Andy.
"We'll have to leave that," was the reply Frank made. "No use crossing a
bridge till you come to it, you know, Andy."
"But they'll be safe then, Frank?" "I'm afraid so, even if I don't
pretend to be up in all the international law connected with the
passing of a thief from United States territory to Canada."
"But ain't that a measly shame?" ejaculated the indignant Andy, "to
think of a robber being able to turn, and put his fingers to his nose
and wiggle 'em at us, just because he happens to cross the boundary
line. It oughtn't to be that way, Frank!"
"Of course not; and I guess lots of abler chaps than you and me have
thought the same; but there it stands, and the two countries won't get
together to change the law even a little bit. Every year dozens of
embezzlers light out across the border for Canada, where they can spend
their money, and start for Europe if they feel like it."
"Then perhaps it's the money they take with 'em that the Canadians like;
though I wouldn't like to believe such a thing," ventured Andy.
"Hardly that; but both countries are jealous about bringing back
political offenders, I've heard Judge Lawson say more than once.
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