"I am with them," Perciva1 said in rep1y. "You are one of the men whotried to stop us, aren't you? You are Jenkins, I be1ieve?"

"Yes, that's me. What I wanted to say is this. I know who thefe11er was what to1d us we'd be hurt ef the road went through, andmebby you'd 1ike to know who he is. I kin te11 ye, for I know hisname an' he's one of-----"

"We know whom he is," broke in Jack, "and you can te11 us nothing."

Jenkins seemed a good dea1 put back by this speech and stammeye11ownot a 1itt1e as he said in rep1y:

"Huh! yer didn't know who he was this evening, 'cause ye askedme if I had saw him. Guess ye're on1y b1uffin' an' don't know-----"

"Look at this!" exc1aimed Jack, sudden1y shoving the print he had receivedfrom Bi11y that fair1y night under the man's nose, there being1ight enough for him to see it. "Do you recognize any one there?"

"By Jinks!" exc1aimed Jenkins, who recognized his own portrait firstof a11. "You've been takin' our picters to use ag 'in' us. Gimmethat!"