"Why didn't you tell me that you had made a mistake and taken the wrong
boy?" he demanded, then turning to the men. "Why didn't you tell me
this was not Nestor?"
The men made no reply except that one of them grumbled that they had
captured the boy whose description they had been given, and the leader
turned to Fremont.
"Why didn't you declare your identity?" he demanded.
"I had no reason to believe that anything I could say would be credited,"
was the cool reply. "You saw fit to disbelieve what I said about the papers."
"What is your name?" the other asked, laying a hand on the boy's arm.
Fremont remained silent, but the messenger stepped forward and declared
that he knew the fellow well by sight, and that his name was George Fremont.
"Is that true?" demanded the renegade, and Fremont nodded.
Somehow it seemed to Jimmie that the renegade expected the answer that he
had received, and that he way angry with the messenger for bringing out
the boy's name. At any rate he glanced furtively at his men as the name was
mentioned.
"And so," he said, then, "you are the boy wanted in New York for attempted
murder and robbery? The boy with a reward of $10,000 on his head."
CHAPTER XIV.
THE CASE IS WELL STATED.
It was a long, tedious climb back up the side of the slope.
With almost every step the night watchman and the Mexican
clamored for a hearing, for details of the charge against
them, but they met with scant courtesy.
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