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na ® = * > 7 - | ’ ~ * » = s - 4 me ?. * ° . * > * : * NEW NICK CA | whether to drive at once to the Alcazar or to remain and keep his eye upon the ~ man who had run away. 2 ae a He did not have to decide this ques- “The policeman to whom the man had spoken came up rapidly | and catching _ Trim’s mule by the bit, asked: _ **Who are you, and where did you get this animal and wagvun?’’ a : “T am a traveler,’? Trim responded, “and Ig picked this conveyance up at the _failroad s some miles north of here.”’ The man who had spoken to the police- _man stood by, showing sigus of great ex- - eltement. ae os know it is my team, ain » he 4 =. ried, ‘‘and this man is undoubtedly the : 3 Ses “Te can prove my property. gS sor “Vou know I have given a description of il eae > the chief.’ ow itis yours, Pedro,”’ the police- m 1a na pected c “and if this man is not ® thief he will have to give a good "account of himself. feo the mule, Pedro.”’ © promptly took his place at the = a jem approached Trim, o with some aumsement tet right,” ‘Trun responded, getting % Th e id potlectiens ‘ples upon a whistle. “ae a vga’) vy two or three a ome came hurry ying from the buil j : ' J n ] RTER V we have not vet asked, with stealing was in the wagon.”’ ravine where the bri HH, SKLY. é ‘‘My mule,’’ began Pedro, excitedly. One of the policeinen interrupted him. ‘“This man, chief,’’ he said, ‘‘is the farmer Pedro, who reported that his mule and wagon had been stolen late this afternoon. ‘‘He charges this other, whose name e;°" The chief looked at Trim, and the ex- pression of surprise on his face deepened. The detective apparently did not look like a man who would steal a. farmer! s wagon. ‘*What evidence is there?’ asked the chief. _‘*The mule and the wagon are out- side,’’ responded an officer, ans this man ‘“Kvidence enough to justify an arrest,”’ he muttered, ‘‘but rather strange, never- theless. ‘‘What is your name ?’’ This question was addressed to Trim. As soon as he saw that he was to be arrested the detective had begun to de- bate how he should act under the circuim- stances. It had~been his plan all along toi form the police of his adventure, _but.a as he still suspected | that the affair might connected in some way with the attemp upon General Blanco he decided not to make his identity known at the start, so he answered promptly: ‘*John Howard.”’ ‘*Where do you live ?’’ ‘*San Antonio.’ ‘*Are you a stranger here ?”’ is | ain. ) ‘*Never here before ?’’ ‘* Never.” | ‘‘How did you come by the wagon ‘“T met the train from Mexico at th ‘Ah! you were one of the on that train, were you ?’’ Sis- ‘*T was.” see e said the chief, ‘‘for probably the condu tor or some of the train hands ST see nt’s Gai a , - ™ - . ia "y a = . 4 < s Re i 2 | : > F That can be proved eas) enough, " Sls i yee J Se eee . peat =