“Now isn’t that too bad that you should have forgotten me so soon. And to think that it has hardly been two years since we last met.”
“I tell you you’ve got the wrong man. My name is Hiram Stone and I am a farmer. I live just this side of the Forks as I can easily prove.”
“That may be all right except for the name,” the Captain said then turning to his men, “Gentlemen, let me introduce to you Slippery Elm, alias Dodging Jim, alias Jimmie the Weasel, and goodness knows how many others. He is the most notorious smuggler in two continents and is wanted by at least three governments.”
“I tell you you’ve got me wrong,” the little man insisted.
“Well, we won’t argue the point now. I guess smuggling liquor over the border will be enough to hold you for a time at least.”
“But you’re an American officer and have no authority to arrest us on Canadian soil.”
“Oui, dat right,” the man known as Tiny joined in.
“Another point we won’t stop to discuss now,” the Captain said. “We’ve got some pretty stiff arguments in the shape of these guns and we’ll thrash out the ethics of the case later when we have more time. You men keep them covered while I put the bracelets on them and don’t hesitate to shoot if there’s any occasion.”
CHAPTER XIV
JACK TAKES TO THE AIR.