It is said that Mrs. Cameron is very bitter against you."
"That's because I ran away," Fremont said, gravely. "What about Jim Scoby?"
"The watchman has disappeared," was the reply. "He left with a Mexican
called Felix who occupied a room in the building. The police are after them."
"And of course they are looking for me--egged on by Mrs. Cameron?"
"There is a reward of $10,000 offered for the arrest of the guilty
party," was the unsatisfactory reply, "and the police officers are
raking the city to find any one who was in the building last night."
"Did they arrest Jimmie McGraw?" asked Fremont, hoping that the
bright little fellow had not been placed in prison.
"Jimmie ran away, just as he said he would, called a surgeon and
left the building before he arrived. The police followed him to
a room where members of the Wolf Patrol meet occasionally, but he
was not there. The boys who were there, night messengers and the like,
who had dropped in before going home, said that he had gone South.
I met a boy named Frank Shaw, and he said the Black Bears were getting
ready to do something for you, though he would not say what it was."
"Good old Frank!" exclaimed Fremont.
"The Black Bears are loyal," Nestor went on, "and so are the Wolves.
We may hear from both patrols after we cross the Rio Grande."
"I wish some of them were going with us," said Fremont, with a sigh.
"If I am not mistaken," Nestor said, with a frown, "we'll have plenty
of company on the way down.
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