light motion with the revolver.

"You wouldn't dare to shoot?"

"If you should prove to be mistaken, it would be a serious mistake,"
said the officer, quietly.

It was his very quietness and freedom from excitement that daunted
Temple.

"You'll repent this!" he said. "You've got the whip hand on me now, but
the time will come when I'll get even with you."

"I have been threatened before," said the officer, briefly. "Harry, do
what I told you."

Temple sullenly held out his wrists, and Harry put on the handcuffs.

"Now, follow me!"

They went out of the cabin, Philip following. He tried to be social with
Harry, but our hero had not forgotten his mean attempt to throw
suspicion upon him, after a service received at his hands, and received
his advances very coldly.

CHAPTER XXVIII

MR. CHASE IS BROUGHT TO JUSTICE

Temple's manner was sullen as he walked beside Harry and the officer,
handcuffed. He overcame his sullenness, after a while, so far as to
inquire:

"How came you to suspect me of this robbery?"

"Your friend Vernon has confessed it," answered the officer. "You may as
well know, for it will do no harm."

"So he betrayed me?" said Temple, bitterly.

"He had no choice. He was trapped himself."

"Where is he now?"

"In prison, awaiting trial."

Temple looked better satisfied. He had suspected Vernon of turning
State's evidence and betraying him.

"But how was he found out?" he asked, after a pause.

"The night you hid the tin box in the wood, there was some one who saw
all that passed."

"Who was that?" asked Temple, eagerly.

"You will know in due time."

"Where are you taking me now?"

"To the county jail."

"Where is the tin box?"

"In the hands of the man from whom you stole it, There, I have answered
your questions, and have no more to say."

"What do you think will be done with me?" asked Temple, anxiously.

The officer shrugged his shoulders.

"Gentlemen of your profession," he said, "are generally well informed on
that point. If found guilty, you will be boarded at the expense of the
county for a term of years."

"Curse the luck!" uttered Temple, savagely, and then was silent.

Philip had left them, and was on his way home, glad to get out of his
predicament, but more incensed than ever against Harry for the
mortification he had put upon him in compelling him to beg his pardon.

"I'll get even with him, see if I don't," he mutte