"You—you can't have me arrested!"
"Yes, I can."
"How did you come to look for me here?"
"Mr. Garwell sent me here. He is up to your tricks."
"Did he tell you to—to have me arrested?"
"Never mind what he told me. I want that paper, and I want it right now."
"I—I haven't got any paper. I—I don't know what you are talking about."
"Yes, you have got that paper. You took it from me after you knocked me down in your aunt's parlor. Isn't that so?"
As Nat finished he nodded, as if talking to somebody behind Rufus Cameron. At once the guilty fellow turned his head to learn who was listening to the conversation. As he did this, Nat thrust his hand in the rascal's breast pocket, and brought forth the document which had caused all the trouble.