"What! do you mean to have me arrested?" demanded Jim Huskin, as he got up, to find himself in the grasp of both Robert and his friend.
"That's what," answered the miner coolly.
Jim Huskin began to expostulate, but all to no purpose. Soon an officer came in, followed by another crowd.
"What has he done?" demanded the policeman.
"I charge him with robbing me," answered Robert. "His name is Jim Huskin."
"My name isn't Huskin, it is Williams," put in the confidence man.
"Jim Huskin?" repeated the officer. "I've heard that before."
"He and another man named Andy Cross robbed me in Chicago. Cross was caught, but this fellow came to Muskegon."
"Oh, yes, I remember the case now. So this is Huskin, eh? You were lucky to land on him."
"This is all wrong," persisted Huskin. He turned to the old man in black. "Mr. Price, won't you testify that my name is Williams?"