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A few minutes pa.s.sed. Then the door opened, and the negro who had helped to pick Hal up came in.
"A feller wid an empty coach jess drove up," he said, somewhat excitedly.
"It must be Macklin!" exclaimed Hal. "Where is he?"
"Jess gitting ready ter c.u.m in, I reckon, sah."
"We'll go down and meet him," said the policeman, and he led the way.
The door leading to the bar-room was partly of gla.s.s. Beaching it, the policeman pointed to a man standing at the bar, gulping down a gla.s.s of liquor.
"Is that the chap?" he asked.
Hal gave a look.
"Yes, that's Macklin. Don't let him get away!"
"No fear. I've dealt with many a tough customer, and I know how to handle them."
"I will step in first, and give him a surprise," said the youth, and he opened the door.
Macklin's back was turned at the time, and he did not see our hero until Hal tapped him on the shoulder.
"Well, Macklin, were you looking for me?"
The tough turned quickly. Then he grew pale, and the gla.s.s almost dropped from his hand.
"Wot--where----" he stammered.
"You didn't expect to meet me here, did you?" went on Hal, pleasantly.
"No--dat is--where did yer c.u.m from?"
"From your coach, Macklin. I got tired of riding in such a cramped fashion."
The tough shifted uneasily. Hal beckoned to the policeman.
"Here, officer, is the rascal."
Macklin wheeled about, and gave the policeman a single glance, when, muttering something, he made a dash for the door.
But both Hal and the policeman were after him, and our hero caught him by the arm, and held him until the officer had slipped a pair of hand-cuffs onto him.
"I'll fix yer fer dis!" hissed Macklin in Hal's ear.
"Your days for fixing people are about over, Macklin," replied the youth. "You and the others have overreached yourselves for once."
"I didn't do nuthin'."
"We will see about that later. Where are Hardwick and Allen?"
"I don't know dem," replied the tough, sullenly.
"All right; then you want to take the whole responsibility of this matter on your own shoulders!"
At this the tough winced. It was putting the matter in a different light.
"Say, supposin' I put you on to dere game, will yer be easy wid me?"
"That depends on how much you have to tell," said Hal.
"I knows more dan da t'inks I do."
"About what?"
"About dem--never mind. I know wot you are after, an' don't fergit it!"
"The tin box?"
Macklin nodded
"Who has it, Hardwick or Allen?"
"I ain't sayin' anyt'ing."
"All right, officer, take him to the station-house, and I will go along and make a charge."
"No, no!" cried Macklin. "I wasn't goin ter do yer, I was only goin' ter take yer to an old house up der river, an' Hardwick and Allen was goin'
ter settle wid yer in der mornin'."
"Where is the old house?"
"Der Flack mansion."
"I know the place," said the policeman. "It has been unoccupied for years."
"What time were they coming up?"
"Hardwick said at eight o'clock sharp," replied Macklin. He seemed anxious now to inform on his companions in villainy.
"Very well, we will see what happens at that time," returned Hal, briefly.
His words meant a good deal.
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