threat of the law. Jim and Harvey stood aside while the four detectives
and the deputy led the remainder of the gang downstairs to await the
police.

From the various offices frightened faces were peering through half-open
doors. A few stripling clerks appeared with belated offers of assistance,
but Jim waved them back. Already Jim was cooling off. He could not afford
to retain such a passion, and he mopped his face and neck for a few
moments without speaking. His breath was gone, but he began to recover it.

"Hello," he said, at length, "where's McNally?"

Harvey started, then ran down the hall, glancing hastily into the
different offices. When he returned, Jim had vanished. While he stood
irresolute, two stalwart brakemen appeared from the train shed and stood
on the landing. One of them called up,--

"Can we help you, sir?"

"Wait a minute," said Harvey.

A door opened down the hall. Harvey looked toward the sound, and saw Jim
backing out of the wash-room, followed by McNally, whose arm was held
firmly in Jim's grasp. They came toward Harvey in silence.

"He was hiding, West," said Jim, a savage eagerness in his voice. "He
hadn't the nerve to stick it out. Corker, isn't he?"

McNally stood for a moment looking doggedly out through the window over
the roof of the shed.