h the newspapers which his friend had brought in. On the first page of the evening newsp

ing to bring in paragraphs of what he doubtless termed "local color." From first to last, every clue was bent an

had heard high words passing between Mr. Cameron and his employe. The interview with the watchman had taken place on the very night of the crime

emont was pleased to think that he had taken the advice of his friend and left

for Nestor's return, anxious for a breath of mountain air-for the freedom of the high

nt waited, but no face followed the arm into view. Then, approaching nearer, he saw something on the sleeve which sent the hopeful blood surging through his veins. It was the badge of the Black Be

ling about rivaled the efforts of real black bears. Then Fremont closed and locked the door and

to see me here, did

find me? When did you leave New York? How i

He told some of the others, too, but I reckon they got lost on the way down. I've been waiting for

Cameron? Is he

-in with the army fellows, and, what do you think, they wouldn't enlist me! Said I was too short and fat

talk about the ca

u think about that recruiting officer? He ought to b

ply. "Then the boys hel

ll you now that you've got to beat it. Understand? You

ho is keeping them posted as to our movements. It appears to me that this crime wa

e could I do? And I'm going to write to father and tell him all about the case, a

case looks dark for me," Fremont added with a sigh. "

n, that they're hot after that reward. They know you're in this hotel. I don'

t for Ned Nestor

you know who it is t

tor, of

me. Even the high police officers of New York ask him to look into cases for them. Some day he'll be at the head of the United States s

he hall, just beyond the door, which indicated

or I'll bring out me educated left. L

ning confronted the fugitive. Jimmie McGraw stood in the hall threatening an angry waiter with his clenched fists. Althoug

aimed Jimmie, grinning at sight of

boy," Fremont said.

out of the hotel," roared

or. Then the three boys, looking from one to the other, broke out in uproarious laughter. For Jimmie was

after a moment. "I left you in New York, t

yet you didn't lock up the side-door Pullmans. I got fired as second assistant to the private secretary

rum," interrupted Fat

Mexico an' live in the mountains. Say, if you boys have any mazuma, just p

, too," sai

d Jimmie. "Come on.

right away and I'll go with him. There is a window we can climb out of. When we get out I

. "I see myself waitin' here for you to come back wit

s, by the arrival of a brilliant idea, "you for the bed, and if the cops come here you're the boy that has the room-see? And there ain't no other boy that you know of.

t the boys, laughing at the wry faces and savage speeches he made, helped him off with his clothes, turned ou

und below a heavy knock came on the door of the room they had just left. As they sli

mie. If the cops ask the waiters, they'll soon know that there were others in that room, and t

y do pinch him. Anyway, we want him around there to meet Nestor when he comes back

e soldiers had been called back to camp and the citizens of the town were seeking their homes and beds. As for Frank, he was talking most of the time of the

e seated two men came in and took seats at a table not far away from their own. The men were dusky fellows, with long hair and sharp black eyes. T

rin, became associated in his mind with the Cameron building in New York. It did not seem possible that this could be true, yet th

dging the boy and pointing with his fork, held so

at the hotel when I went upstairs to you

rse fate which had brought him in contact with this man after a successful flight from the New York police, Fremont a

back the fellow was trying his best to throw the boy to the floor, while his companion stood by with clenched fists