n interrupted Louis Vorlange. An instant
later Pawnee Brown and half a dozen others stepped inside of the
apartment.

"Pawnee Brown!" cried Dick and Rasco together.

"Are you a prisoner, too?" continued the boy.

"Hardly," smiled the great scout. Then he noticed Vorlange. "Just the
men we are after."

"Me?" ejaculated the spy.

"Yes, you."

"What do you want of me, Pawnee Brown? I want nothing to do with such as
you--a thieving, low-down boomer--who--oh!"

Vorlange ended with a yell, for Pawnee Brown had caught him by the ear
and almost jerked him off his feet.

"Let up! Let up! Oh!"

"Now keep quiet Vorlange," said the scout sternly. "You can thank your
stars that I didn't put a bullet through you for letting your tongue run
so loosely."

"Thet's so, b'gosh," was Rasco's comment. "But say, Pawnee, he's a
reg'lar snake in the grass."

"I know it." Pawnee Brown looked at Dick. "Has he been threatening you,
lad?"

"Yes; threatened me and my father, too."

"Have no fear of him, Dick. Louis Vorlange, you have about reached the
end of your rope."

"What do you mean?" and the spy's lips quivered as he spoke.

"I mean that I am here to expose you." Pawnee Brown turned to the others
who had come in. "Gentlemen, let me introduce to you Louis Vorlange,
alias Captain Mull, once of Creede, Colorado."

"Captain Mull!" exclaimed several. "Do you mean the Captain Mull that
was wanted for several shady doings, Pawnee?"

"The same Captain Mull, gentlemen."

"It is a--a lie!" screamed Louis Vorlange, but his looks belied him.

"It is the truth, gentlemen, he is the man who once sported under the
name of Captain Mull. But that is not all."

"What else, Pawnee?"

"Some years ago a man by the name of Andrew Rickwell was murdered in the
Last Chance hotel at Creede. At that time Creede was but a small place
and Captain Mull ran the hotel. Who murdered Rickwell was not
discovered. But he had occupied a room with another man, a mining agent
from New York named Mortimer Arbuckle, the father of this lad here, and
some thought Arbuckle had done the foul deed, and he had to run away to
escape the fury of a mob. The horror of this occurrence unbalanced the
man's mind and to this day he sometimes thinks he may be guilty. But he
is innocent."

"He is guilty!" shrieked Louis Vorlange. "I saw him do the deed!"

"I see you acknowledge you were in Creede at that time," answered Pawnee
Bill, and Vorlange staggered back over