“Is there any person connected with the bank at Emmonsville who wears the dress of a Quaker?” began the outlaw.
Ernest hesitated a moment.
“Speak out, boy!” said Fox. “I must and will know.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is he a detective?”
“He may act as such.”
“Is he under pay at the bank?”
“I think he is.”
“Do you know where he is now?”
“No.”