"The door was open, as you see, and
Jimmie stood with his hand on the edge of it, looking at the camera,
his head in the room."
"Yes; that makes the picture good," Teddy observed.
"And there was a slant of light from the passage, and the head of the
outlaw shows in that. He's an ugly looking brute!"
"Observe the alfalfa on his map!" exclaimed Teddy.
"That picture may send him to prison!" Frank cried. "I hope so!"
He put the tank, the printing frame, the print, and the other
articles away in his suitcase and went out to where Ned was standing.
"Did you see the face behind the boy?" asked Frank--"get a good look
at it?"
"Yes," was the reply. "It shows that this is not a joke!" Did you
notice the face closely?"
"I think so."
"What about the beard?"
"Quite a growth, I should say."
"Anything else odd about it?" persisted Ned.
"Not that I saw," was the wondering reply. "What about it?"
"It was a false beard! The man was disguised!"
Frank's face looked, for an instant, as if he had received a blow.
"And I was counting on that beard," he said, "as a means of
identification!"
"Keep the print safe," Ned advised. "It may be useful in that way
yet."
"Well," Frank declared, "we've got to go away! We can take no chances
on Jimmie being murdered.
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