"Heavens! you here?" he ejaculated,
settling back in a tremor of dismay.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE DETECTIVE'S LAST STRUGGLE.
Perry Jounce uttered a grunt of satisfaction when he saw that the
detective was beyond power to know him for the time.
Jounce had been thoroughly posted by Andrew Barkswell, and knew that in
the disguised man before him the noted detective was presented.
"So," muttered Jounce, as he touched a spring with his foot that sent the
weight back to its place in the ceiling, "I reckon you won't trouble us
gents agin."
Then he went over to the side of the stunned detective, secured his arms
and removed his beard and gray hair. "Thought you was sharp enough to
fool me," chuckled the villain. "I reckin you'll l'arn ef you ever git
yer mind agin, that two kin play at ther game o' twist."
After these movements the tramp left the room. He was gone but a short
time when he returned, accompanied by Billy Bowlegs.
"So you've thumped him?" muttered the saloon proprietor. "How much did
you find?"
"Notting.
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