Sure enough, Senor, you find trouble---and I heet heem with my finger!" "You surely did 'hit him with your finger,' Nicolas," laughed Tom, grasping the little Mexican's hand and wringing it.

"But now come outside.

I had sent for the police to find you, and now I must show them that you are already found." Together they went out on the porch.

Tom explained the situation.
"Then you don't need us, after all ?" asked one of the policemen.
"Not to find Nicolas," Tom Reade admitted.

"But do you know Evarts ?" "Used to be your foreman ?" "Yes." "We know him," nodded the policeman.
"Then," Reade continued, "I wish you would search through Blixton for him.