He had no doubt that unless he could circumvent him in some way, his capture might be no easy task, and that in this undeveloped country he was taking his life in his hands in the journey he was now making.

He never faltered for an instant, however; he was determined to capture this criminal, if possible, and he quietly murmured to himself: "Well, let the worst come, a quick eye and a steady hand are good things to have in a meeting like this may be, and I'll take care that Thomas Duncan does not catch me napping." His meditations were suddenly interrupted by the unexpected appearance of the little Jewish tailor, who, breathless and panting, now came scrambling up on the platform and exclaimed: "Py gracious, Mr.Manning! I vas afraid you vas gone, and I hafe somedings on my mindt dot bodders me like de dickens!" [Illustration: "Py cracious, Mr.Manning, I hafe somedings on my mindt dot bodders me loike de dickens!"] "What is it that troubles you, Mr.Gross ?" inquired the detective, laughing in spite of himself at the little fellow's distress.
"Vell, I'll told you," he answered, mopping the perspiration which was streaming from his face.

"I was tinkin' dot may be if you git dot fellow, you vould be vantin' me for a vitness, and s'help me Moses I vould not do dot--not for dwo hundred tollar." "Oh, you need not give yourself any uneasiness on that score, Mr.
Gross," said Manning; "you will not be wanted in any case whatever." "My gootness, I vas glad of dot.

If I vas to leaf my bisness I vould be ruined.

Dot's all right, dough.