Five Thousand Dollars Reward

by A. Frank Pinkerton

"No. How much?"

"Five thousand dollars."

"No-o!"

"It's true."

"Who makes the offer?"

"The proper officer—sheriff, I suppose. Come, now; I think I will take you into custody, and haul in that reward."

"But I ain't guilty, and you know it, Andrew."

"Andrew again—"

"No more foolin', old chap. I know you, though, by gum! you do look a heap like the ingineer from Grandon. Mebbe you'n him's related. But see here, I kin tell you by that, allus."

With a quick movement, the tramp sprang forward and pushed up the hat of the hunter, revealing in the roots of the hair a red, ragged scar.