“Were you going to swindle somebody in Charleston?”
“No; I was going down there to meet an old friend.”
“Who is it?”
“I’m not telling you, Hardy,” growled Gabe Flecker, and then would say no more.
It was not long after this that Greensboro was reached and the train came to a halt. Two policemen were at the station, and the swindler was handed over to them, and Frank and Gasper Lee accompanied the officers and their prisoner to the station house. Here a formal complaint was made against Gabe Flecker, and Frank told all he knew about the man.
“You will have to be detained as witnesses,” said the officer who took charge of the case. “That is, unless you can furnish satisfactory security for your appearance when wanted.”
“Do you mean you’ll lock me up as a witness?” ejaculated our hero.
“We’ll have to detain you, and also Mr. Lee.”
“But I must get to Charleston as soon as I can,” urged the young book agent.
At this the officer of the law shrugged his shoulders.