"Hi! let my clothes alone!" ejaculated Dan Marcy, in alarm. "Don't you touch a thing!"
But the landlord would not listen, and presently came below with the coat and vest in his hands.
"Four cents, two buttons, and a badge," said he, with a contemptuous snort. "They won't pay me."
He held up his find as he spoke. Mr. Westmore glanced at the badge.
"Hullo! the badge that was stolen from my store the time my money was taken!" he cried.
"Is that true?" questioned Mr. Shale.
"Yes—I'd know that badge out of a thousand. See, it has my initials on it."
"Then it must have been Dan Marcy who took your money."
"I remember he was in Lakeport at or about that time," said Mr. Rush.
In vain Dan Marcy tried to deny the evidence of his guilt. Nobody would listen to him, and in the end he was made a close prisoner and driven off to the Lakeport lock-up. Here he tried to put the whole blame for carrying Joe and Fred off on Si Voup and Boardman, but nobody gave him any credit.