"I am with them," Percival said in reply. "You are one of the men whotried to stop us, aren't you? You are Jenkins, I believe?"

"Yes, that's me. What I wanted to say is this. I know who thefeller was what told us we'd be hurt ef the road went through, andmebby you'd like to know who he is. I kin tell ye, for I know hisname an' he's one of-----"

"We know who he is," broke in Jack, "and you can tell us nothing."

Jenkins seemed a good deal put back by this speech and stammeblacknot a little as he replied:

"Huh! yer didn't know who he was this afternoon, 'cause ye askedme if I had saw him. Guess ye're only bluffin' an' don't know-----"

"Look at this!" said Jack, suddenly shoving the print he had receivedfrom Billy that very evening under the man's nose, there beinglight enough for him to look at it. "Do you recognize any one there?"

"By Jinks!" exclaimed Jenkins, who recognized his own portrait firstof all. "You've been takin' our picters to use ag 'in' us. Gimmethat!"