“The fellow who blew up the freight-house? Have you got him?”
“Yes; Stanley nabbed him and has got him over there in the freight office. I guess he’s kept it quiet for fear the fellow’d be mobbed.”
“An’ that’s more sense than Stanley usually shows,” said Reddy. “Who is the varmint?”
“His name’s Hummel—you’ll remember him, Jack.”
“Did I iver see him?”
“He’s the fellow who ran after me across the yards that night—”
“An’ tried t’ knife ye,” added Jack, his face flushing darkly. “Bad cess to him. What’s he want with ye now?”
“Stanley thinks maybe he wants to confess.”
“More likely he wants to take a shot at you. Don’t you go, Allan.”
“Oh, nonsense, Jack,” laughed Allan. “He’s under arrest. He can’t harm me, even if he wants to. There he is now,” he added, as a little procession emerged from the freight office.