“Put the bracelets on him, Patsy,” called Nick.
“They’re on,” replied the “drunken man,” calmly.
Nick had leaped upon Nat, and in a second had him ironed.
“This is the way I settle,” he said, as he stood up.
The prisoners cursed furiously, but if that did them any good nobody knew it.
Nick picked up his revolvers, and then he and Patsy marched the prisoners to headquarters.
Kerr was still there, and he was surrounded by eager reporters.
“Here are the murderers,” said Nick. “Low is innocent.”
He produced the amateur’s photograph, and told the story as briefly as possible.