credit of the arrest. If you don't like this, I will arrest the man
myself, and have him driven to town, with a pistol for a warrant."

Hefflefinger considered in silence and then agreed unconditionally.
"As you say, Mr. Dwyer," he returned. "I've heard of you for a
thoroughbred sport. I know you'll do what you say you'll do; and as
for me I'll do what you say and just as you say, and it's a very
pretty piece of work as it stands."

They all stepped back into the cab, and then it was that they were met
by a fresh difficulty, how to get the detective into the barn where
the fight was to take place, for neither of the two men had $250 to
pay for his admittance.

But this was overcome when Gallegher remembered the window of which
young Keppler had told him.

In the event of Hade's losing courage and not daring to show himself
in the crowd around the ring, it was agreed that Dwyer should come to
the barn and warn Hefflefinger; but if he should come, Dwyer was
merely to keep near him and to signify by a prearranged gesture which
one of the crowd he was.

They drew up before a great black shadow of a house, dark, forbidding,
and apparently deserted. But at the sound of the wheels on the gravel
the door opened, letting out a stream of warm, cheerful light, and a
man's voice said, "Put out those lights. Don't youse know no better
than that?" This was Keppler, and he welcomed Mr. Dwyer with effusive
courtesy.