“Is Mr. Raymond, the detective, here?”
Henry Raymond stepped forward and said:
“I am Detective Henry Raymond, sir.”
“I have orders to surrender into your keeping this prisoner, known as Silk Lasso Sam.”
“I am ready to receive him, sir.”
“Then please sign this receipt.”
The officer drew from his belt a paper which the detective carefully read, and, stepping into the stage-office, signed.
“Thank you, sir,” said the officer. “The prisoner is now in your charge,” and, ordering the sergeant to march the guard back to the guard-house, he turned upon his heel and walked leisurely away, as though there was no more interest in the case for him.
The detective ordered the prisoner to enter the coach, assisting him, as both his hands and feet were manacled, the others followed, and Henry Raymond called out:
“All ready, driver.”