“Upon whom?”

“You! Gentleman George.”

Again the chief laughed.

“Who knows Gentleman George?” he asked.

“All of us.”

“Exactly—and nobody else.”

“But one of the fellows has a snap-shot photograph of you that he took when you didn't know it. He would give that in with his information.”

“Much good it would do him.”

“Why?”

“Rob, do you think that I have been fool enough to let you fellows see me as I really am, or even hear my natural voice?”