CHAPTER XX
The End of the Trail
The foreman slowly raised his hands above his head. Jim Barrows frisked him of his revolver and took possession of the roll of bills which he tossed over to Connie. She quickly counted the sum.
“There’s exactly seven hundred dollars here,” she reported. “Just fifty less than I lost.”
“I reckon Kerrigan spent the fifty,” said Jim.
“What did you call me?” demanded the foreman savagely.
“Jack Kerrigan—wanted in Texas for cattle stealing and on a few other charges. You’ve eluded the authorities very cleverly, Jack, but the law has caught up with you at last.”
“Are you a government man?” Connie gasped.
“Reckon I am, Miss,” the man agreed, without taking his gaze from the foreman. “Keep your hands up, Jack, and don’t try any monkey business.”
“I don’t understand at all,” murmured Connie in bewilderment. “I thought——”
“Just what I hoped you would,” finished the detective. “If you had suspected who I was my entire purpose would have been defeated. I’ll explain everything after I’ve taken this hombre to jail. March on down the trail, Jack!”