The fellow saw that he had to deal with a man that would not stand any nonsense, and he got up on the box and drove as he was told.
As the wagon turned into Center Street, the man suddenly threw his arm around and tried to knock Nick off of the wagon.
Nick had been expecting something of the sort, and before the fellow knew it he had the handcuffs on him.
“A very neat trick, my good man,” said Nick; “but, you see that I was prepared for something of that kind, and I kept my eye on you.”
A moment later, and they were at the desk of the acting inspector.
The latter looked up and said:
“Why, here is my old friend Pete Deck!”
“I tell you that my name is John McDowell, and my name ain’t Deck.”
“We don’t often make mistakes here, and if I remember correctly, your number under the old system was 423.”