“Do you know where he was placed in prison?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Then I would send directly to the prison authorities.”
“Let us send a telegram!” cried Roger. “A letter would be too slow. I’ll stand half the expense.”
“All right, I’ll go you!” responded our hero quickly. “If Nick Jasniff got out of prison on the sly, he ought to be returned to the place.”
“Maybe if he did get out, and we captured him, we might get a reward, Dave.”
“That is true, too—provided a reward has been offered.”
“You seem to be pretty sure that this fellow who called here is the man you are after,” remarked Mr. Obray. “Don’t you think you may be mistaken? In that storm, and with the fellow galloping past you on horseback all hunched up to keep from getting wet, you may have made a mistake.”
At this remark the face of the senator’s son became clouded.
“It might be so, Dave. To tell the truth, we didn’t get a very good look at him. And yet I think it was Nick Jasniff.”