"Why, what are you going to do to me?" quaked the ex-foreman.

"It's back to jail for yours," Tom informed him crisply.

"Then the laugh will be on you," jeered Evarts. "I'm out on bail---all in
regular form."

"You're not on bail on the latest charge against you---attempted murderous
assault," Reade rejoined. "Nor will any court allow you out on bail again
when Mr. Prescott and I testify to hearing you tell the negro that you
were going to jump your bail."

"Humph! That was all a joke," blustered Evarts.

"All right," nodded Tom. "Explain the joke to the judge, if you can find
a judge who's a good and willing listener. What you'll find, at this time,
is that a hundred thousand dollars' worth of bail won't get you out of
jail. Start along with you," Tom wound up, shaking Evarts by the arm that
he gripped. "If this sneak tries to get away, Dick, bring him down with a
bullet."

"I'm ready enough to do it," Prescott agreed.

A sudden great change came over the ex-foreman. At first he threatened.
Then he begged to be turned loose, promising nothing but the best behavior
in the future.

"Stop all your nonsense," ordered Reade finally. "There's only one proper
place on earth for you, Evarts, and that's behind the bars. Now, move
right along, or I'll give you a worse walloping every time you stop or
argue."

Finding that nothing would avail with these determined captors the
ex-foreman relapsed into sulks. However, he kept walking straight ahead,
obeying every order addressed to him.

Tom stopped briefly at the cottage. Mr. Prenter was not there, and
Harry Hazelton had turned in. Nicolas was lying on a blanket on the
porch.

"You'll have to keep awake until I get back, anyway, Nicolas, and keep
your eyes open," Tom informed the Mexican. "Sambo is at large again, and
I'm afraid he may turn up here."

"I shall know how to take care of him, Senor," grinned the Mexican holding
up his right forefinger.

"That wouldn't help you, this time," Tom retorted dryly. "Mr. Sambo Ebony
has a revolver with him. Don't let him get a shot at you; he'd be only
too glad to even the score. Now, Dick, I guess we'd better get Evarts over
to the jail."

Away started the chums and their prisoner while Nicolas went inside to
warn Harry.

Not so very much later Tom and Dick turned Evarts over to the police in
Blixton. Evarts was locked up on the new charge. The revolver taken from
him was turned over to the police as