"
"I don't know a thing about it," was the reply. "I was hired to watch
you in New York, and to bring Mike III. in here. I never saw this man
while here--never saw the prince. I don't even know how they got Mike
III. from his father! They kept me in ignorance of all their moves."
"Well," laughed Ned, "then we'll fall back on the confession that has
been made."
"Confession!" repeated the others. "Who has confessed?"
"The photograph!" smiled Ned, taking out the two pictures in which
the man and the prince were shown. "The pictures show this man in the
company of the prince, and the prince will tell the rest. This closes
the case."
"When are you going out?" asked the chief of the secret service men.
"Why," replied Ned, "I promised the outlaws that I would get away
to-morrow morning. I'm going to keep my word!"
"You'd better go out with us and travel in the machines, then," said
the other.
"And leave Uncle Ike?" demanded Jimmie. "Not for me! I'm going to
ride that blessed mule to Cumberland, and ship him to New York."
And he actually did! While the others were riding at their ease in
the racers, Jimmie was urging his mule along the country road,
alighting now and then to let him thrust a soft muzzle into a pocket
in quest of sugar.
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