f half its
fatigue, and Jerry was comparatively fresh when the settlement was
reached late in the afternoon.

Kingman was a straggling bit of a place on the Canadian Pacific
Railroad. The inhabitants were bluff, honest folk, and Mowry happily
knew most of them. He accepted the proffered hospitality of the station
agent for himself and companion.

The news quickly spread through the village, and by the next morning a
party of armed men were ready to start for the cabin in the swamp. Jerry
reluctantly consented to stay behind. He had to admit that he was not in
fit condition to make the long tramp.

"Thar's one thing you'd better do while we're gone," said Mowry.
"Telegraph to this here lawyer in New York ter have Silas Raikes
arrested. It may save a heap of trouble."

The station agent favored this suggestion. But, unluckily, Jerry had
forgotten the name and address. He finally concluded that the former was
Glenwood. So, while Mowry and his companions were heading northward
through the woods, a message sped southward over the wires, addressed
simply, "Mr. Glenwood, New York."

It read as follows:

"Don't make any deal with the man from Maine who demands $15,000.
Have him arrested at once. Particulars later. Answer."

The name of the station agent was attached. But noon brought no answer;
nor yet evening. A second message was dispatched, and a third at
midnight.

Morning came, and still there was no reply.

Jerry waited impatiently about the telegraph tower at the station. Then
he went to dinner. As he and the agent were rising from the table, the
operator arrived with a yellow paper. It contained the following reply
from New York:

"Can't find the man. Lots of Glenwoods in the city. No lawyers of that
name."

CHAPTER XXXII.

JERRY'S JOURNEY.

The agent was satisfied that a mistake had been made in the name, and
Jerry was of the same opinion.

While they were discussing what had better be done, Mowry unexpectedly
entered the house. He looked thoroughly fatigued and worn out. In a few
words he told his story of failure. They had found the cabin deserted.
The rest of the party were scouring the neighborhood. Then the trapper
had started back at once.

"Somethin' hes scairt the rascals," he declared, "an' so they pulled out
fur a safer hidin'-place. But I reckon the men will find 'em sooner or
later. I thought I'd slip back with the