Temple was on his knees beside Philip’s chair, tying the boy, with his back toward the door. He listened to hear whether our hero made any attempt to escape, being prepared to pursue and bring him back by force.
He heard a slight motion, and looked around quickly.
There in the doorway stood a stranger, quietly covering him with a revolver.
Temple jumped to his feet, in surprise and alarm.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“I am an officer of the law, Ralph Temple, and I call upon you to surrender,” said the stranger, coolly.
“An officer? I don’t believe it. Where is your uniform?”
“I had my reasons for not wearing it. Do you surrender?”
“Why should I? What do you want of me?” asked the outlaw, uneasily.
“I want you for the theft of a tin box of bonds, taken from an office in New York.”