"They are
here on a clue provided by Nestor, and they want to confer with him,
as I said before."
"Jere!" cried Jimmie. "I didn't know that Ned was in partnership with
the United States army. What is it all about?"
"You'll have to ask Ned," was the unsatisfactory reply. "He has been
keeping the wires to Washington hot ever since he left New York, and
these men were sent here at his request. There's something doing here,
but I don't know what it is."
"I thought they were here to arrest Fremont," said Jimmie. "If I had
known who they were, I wouldn't have lied about the boy. I said his
name was Smith."
"Oh, it is George Fremont, is it?" asked the drummer. "That is the
boy wanted for robbery and attempted murder in New York. Did Nestor
bring him here?"
"Yes," was the reply. "He wanted to keep him away from the officers
until the truth is known. Now he's gone and left us, and Fremont
has been captured."
"Perhaps United States officers captured him," suggested the drummer.
"If so, he is now on his way back to New York. I'm sorry."
"I don't believe civil officers got in here," said Jimmie. "When the
secret service men come back, I'm goin' to ask them to help find him.
I recon, now, that the Greasers caught him. I hope so, that is, I
would rather they would have him than the others. We may get him
away from the Greasers, but we couldn't get him away from officers."
A new view of the incident was now presented by one of the secret
service men, who began questioning Jimmie about the boy he had called
Smith.
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