“Hello! What is this?” he said to himself. “It looks to me as if the wagon had been used to conceal the men when they had left me on the ferryboat. I guess that it would be a good plan to take this fellow to headquarters, where I can ask him a few questions.”
“What is your name?” asked Nick of the man.
“My name is John McDowell,” he answered.
“Now that I get a better look at your face, I think that you are Pat Dean, alias Pete Deck,” responded Nick.
“No, it ain’t.”
“Well, we can very easily tell when we reach police headquarters.”
“You don’t mean to say that you are going to arrest me?” asked the driver.
“That is about the size of it,” replied Nick.
“Well, I won’t go. You have no warrant for my arrest, and I defy you to take me to any station house.”
“I am going to take you to headquarters—alive, if possible; but I am going to take you there,” said Nick quietly.