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"And by so doing have gained just so much experience. I want the whole work done by you and I, except when we have to call for a.s.sistance, as in the present case. It's professional pride, my boy, and I look to you to take my place, until I can crawl around once more."
"I'll be only too willing to do anything you say, Mr. Harvey."
"Then it is all right, Jet, and before three months go by we'll have our friend Bob behind the bars. Now, lie down and take a nap so as to be in condition for our final trip to the town."
"Then you have given up all hopes of finding the men here?"
"Yes; although it may be possible they will be foolish enough to come back. We'll leave two men here on watch for a few days."
Jet threw himself on the floor, and in a very few seconds was sleeping soundly.
When he was awakened the hunger of those who had been so long without food was appeased, and all preparations made for the return trip.
As a matter of course Harvey rode on the horse; Jet walked by his side, and the officers traveled in advance.
The last arrivals were perfectly willing to remain on guard in the house a few days, now that there were plenty of provisions, and they were busily engaged repairing the gate when the little party started.
Nothing of especial interest occurred during the journey, and when they arrived in town an officer was met who had come from New York to take charge of the prisoner.
The two men who had attempted to rescue Joe were held on the charge of resisting an officer, and it was believed they could be detained until it might be possible to connect them with the manufacture or pa.s.sing of counterfeit money.
To this last, however, Harvey paid but little attention, allowing the officers from Albany full charge of the case. He was on the trail of a murderer, and all else seemed of but trifling importance.
A surgeon in the village dressed Harvey's wound, and when that had been done there was yet two hours remaining before a train bound for Albany would arrive.
"Now you and I will have a final talk, Jet," the detective said, when the two were left alone in one of the rooms at the hotel.
"Why? Ain't you counting on taking me with you?"
"Certainly not. I thought it was agreed you were to search for Bob."
"So I am; but I didn't know I was to be left here."
"That is not exactly what will be done, although it amounts to much the same thing. I propose to have you get on the train with us, as if you were going off, and then, stopping at the next station, travel back thirty or forty miles to whichever town we may decide upon as the most promising."
"What am I to do there, sir?"
"Look for Bob. Move about from town to town just as seems best at the moment, and I have no doubt but that you will soon strike his trail."
"Am I to let you know when I find it?"
"Certainly. Can you write?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then let me hear from you every day. Here is an address where the letters will reach me at the earliest possible moment."
"But, Mr. Harvey, can't you tell me how to begin the work?"
"No; circ.u.mstances must decide. I have no question but that you will succeed finally, and in two weeks, if the job isn't finished before, I hope to be with you again."
The detective wrote on a slip of paper the address to which letters should be sent, gave Jet more money, and concluded the interview by saying:
"It isn't well to let even the officers from Albany know what you propose to do. I will cook up some story to satisfy their curiosity.
Now, go and buy me a through ticket, and one for yourself to the next station."
Jet did as he was directed, and, as he entered the depot saw Joe, who, guarded by the officer sent from New York, was waiting the coming of the train.
The alleged murderer bestowed a wicked look on the boy who had captured him, and then turned his head away.
"If he ever gets the chance I shall have a hot time of it," Jet thought, as he transacted his business with the ticket-seller and then returned to Harvey.
The latter was just being brought down stairs, for the time of departure was near at hand, and Jet followed him to the station, where the detective was warmly greeted by Joe's guard.
Here Jet felt proud by being introduced as the one who had made the arrest and afterward brought his prisoner safely through the woods where the remainder of the gang were lurking, and District Messenger No. 48 felt amply rewarded by the words of praise for all he had suffered.
The cars arrived. Jet followed his companions on board, and, twenty minutes later, alighted at a small village where it would be necessary he should wait half an hour before a western bound train came along.
"It's a tough job I've undertaken," he said to himself, when the long line of coaches had pulled out, leaving him alone, "and somehow or other I feel pretty certain I'm going to come to grief before this thing is ended."
CHAPTER XVII
AN OLD FRIEND
To Jet the idea of loitering around first one town and then another with no definite plan, unless the simple hope of meeting the man by accident could be called one, was in the highest degree unsatisfactory.
He had embarked on the enterprise, however, and it was now too late for regrets.
In due time the train arrived, and, stepping on board, he was surprised at hearing a familiar voice ask:
"h.e.l.lo Jet! Have you concluded to join us again?"
It was his old friend the manager of the minstrel company, who appeared to take it for granted Jet had boarded this particular train for no other purpose than that of going into the show business again.
"Where are you playing?" the boy asked without answering the question.
"Nowhere to-night, or I shouldn't be here. We've been having mighty hard luck, and had to lay off to reorganize---- At least that's the best way of putting it. The company is about twenty miles down the road, and we shall play that town to-morrow."
While the manager was speaking, Jet thought to himself that he could attend to his particular business as well, if not better, by traveling with the show a few days than in any other way, and he asked:
"Do you want a good dancer?"
"If you mean yourself, I'll say yes mighty quick. Will you come?"
"There is no reason why I shouldn't for a while, providing you won't make any objection if I should leave very suddenly."