“I will, though,” exclaimed a man, making his way through the crowd that surrounded the villain.
“Nick Carter!” shouted some one, in the crowd, and everybody rushed from the place, except the barmaid, Brodie and his intended victim.
“Demon or whatever you are!” cried Skip, as he allowed the now senseless girl to drop from his grasp, “is it possible you can read tracks in the water as Indians read them on land?”
“You are my prisoner,” said the detective, drawing a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.
Once again that night he had saved Dell Ladley’s life.
He was as much surprised to see the girl there as was Skip Brodie, when the latter met her face to face.
Poor girl! She knew the detective would come hunting for Skip, and she had determined to warn him.
Dell was not, as the ruffian thought, a traitress.
Old Man Moses deliberately lied when he said so.
“I’ll not go with you,” exclaimed Skip, making a dash for the door.