iting letters. When he got through he thought about the
missing trunk, and concluded that he would go to the Union Station to
see if it had been received.

The words of warning in the note not to go on the street alone were
clear in his memory; but this he took to mean at night, for in a crowded
street in the daytime he could see no danger.

After he had waited an hour or more for Bud, and the yellow-haired
cow-puncher had not returned, Ted decided to delay no longer, and
started off at a brisk walk for the station, which was six or seven
blocks distant.

His hotel being on Pine Street, he chose that for his route.

He had walked three blocks when he stopped to watch a man who was
slightly in advance of him.

It was the fellow he had seen in the checked suit.

He had just come out of a saloon.

In the middle of the block he stopped to talk with another man, who
looked as if he worked on the railroad, and Ted loitered in a doorway
until the two separated, and the man in the checked suit continued on
his way.

A block farther on Ted observed two men standing on the corner talking.
A policeman stood on the opposite corner.

The two men on the corner Ted knew instantly for "plain-clothes men," as
the headquarters detectives are called.

He was well aware that the police by this time were on the alert to find
the express robber and murderer, and knew that every available man on
the city detective force was on the watch, like a cat at a rat hole.

To capture the train robber meant a reward and promotion.

Ted stood on the corner opposite the detectives and watched proceedings.

When the man in the checked suit had gone about ten paces beyond the
detectives, one of them started after him, and the other signaled the
policeman in uniform to cross over.

The detective called to the man in the check suit to halt, but instead
of obeying he started to run.

But he had not gone more than ten feet when he was seized by the
detective, and was dragged back to the corner.

"Take him to the box, Casey," said the detective, turning his prisoner
over to the policeman.

At that moment the two detectives were joined by a third, and they
entered into an earnest conversation, drawn closely together and looking
over their shoulders occasionally in the direction of the house into
which the man in the checked suit was about to enter when arrested.

"I have stumbled right into it," said Ted to himself. "The check-suit
man is