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gang had been remarkable in their extent and thoroughness; and that every effort to break up the gang had been in vain.

      Whenever one of the yeggmen was arrested and sent to prison, two new ones, even more proficient in their thievery, seemed ready to spring up in his place; and so the thing had gone on and on until the people who had been robbed so often became desperate.

      And then it was determined to call Nick Carter into the case.

      Of Hobo Harry himself, nothing whatever was known beyond the fact that there was such a character, and that he was the head and front of the hobo gang—their chief, to whom absolute and implicit obedience was accorded. His power over them seemed absolute.

      Whether it was because of fear of him, or for love of him, it was, nevertheless, true that not one of the fraternity of hoboes who had been arrested could be prevailed upon to betray the master. Neither threats nor offers of bribery had any effect upon them.

      Hobo Harry remained as entirely in the dark as ever; and even in the cases of the eight men to whom the president of the railroad had referred as having confessed that each of them was Hobo Harry himself—they had each seemed to get a queer sort of enjoyment in posing, even for a time, as their dreaded chief.

      As the president explained to Nick, there were many among the detectives who had been detailed upon the case who insisted that there was no such person as Hobo Harry. It was their belief that the name was merely a fictitious one, to which the hoboes, one and all, had agreed to give obedience.

      But the president of the railroad did not believe this; neither did the detective. The completeness of the organization of the gang was a sufficient negative to such a statement. To have a perfect organization there must be a chief; a head; a ruling power.

      By investigating the case a little further before actually starting out upon it, Nick discovered that the yeggmen had carried their depredations even into whole villages. In one town—Calamont—the place had been literally gutted in a single night.

      The yeggmen had descended upon it in such numbers that the inhabitants were terrified, and could only protect themselves by barricading their doors, and remaining with their guns and other weapons in their hands, while they watched the looting of their bank and post office. And there had been other occasions as bad as that one.

      Sometimes the yeggmen traveled in small groups; sometimes they worked in twos or threes, but often they went about in large bands which had been known to include as many as fifty or even more.

      Had the outrages been confined to one community the inhabitants would have risen in their might and, by organizing vigilance committees, could have driven them out—possibly. But they were not confined to communities at all; they extended all along the line of the railroad, and the descent of the robbers seemed always to have been arranged far ahead—and perfectly planned by a master mind at that.

      These descents always happened when it was known that there were large sums of money, either in the banks that were robbed, or when the post offices that were broken open were better provided than usual with cash.

      At every place where there was a siding along the line of the railroad, freight cars had been broken open, and denuded of their contents; and this often happened when there was one or more night watchmen on hand for the purpose of preventing that very thing.

      But in each case the watchman had been overpowered, and either beaten into insensibility or maimed—and in at least one instance—killed.

      And hence it was that the railroad company was willing to pay well for the apprehension of the chief of these marauders.

      All of this information Nick Carter gleaned before he formed any definite plans for his campaign.

      Roughly speaking, there was a stretch of main line of the railroad over which, or rather along which, the yeggmen seemed to be most active. This principal thoroughfare for their nefarious trade was approximately five hundred miles long; and it was here where the greatest and the most persistent outrages were committed.

      There were branches of the line, too, along which they worked; but off the main line the organization seemed to lose some of its power for concentration of force.

      After Nick had pieced together all the information that could be gleaned without being actually at the scene of the trouble, he called his three assistants together in consultation with him. For he had determined to make use of all of them in this case. Indeed, that was the only method by which he believed that he could entirely succeed at it.

      To them he related the circumstance of his connection with the case, after which he told them all he had been able to learn about it; and in conclusion he said:

      “Now, lads, there is only one way by which we can hope to succeed in this undertaking, and that is, we must become hoboes ourselves.”

      The three nodded almost in unison.

      “If we decide to do that,” continued the detective, “we must do it thoroughly. We must do as General Grant did when he decided, against the wishes of his generals, to invest Vicksburg—be cut off from his base of supplies; and that is what we must do.”

      “I don’t think I understand exactly what you mean,” said Patsy, who was paying close attention; for Patsy liked the plan inconceivably.

      “I mean,” replied Nick, “that when we start out to become hoboes, we must become so in fact, and not in appearance merely. It is easy enough for any one of us to make ourself up as a tramp, or a hobo, or even a yeggman, and to play the part; but in this case we must do more than that: We must be the part.”

      “But that ‘base of supplies’ business—what do you mean by that?” insisted Patsy.

      “I mean that when we start out on this case, there will be no returning here until we have lodged Hobo Harry behind the bars. We are going to live as hoboes, and do as hoboes do, carrying out a real robbery or so, on our own hooks, taking care, of course, that one or more of the real article shall know about it.”

      “And taking care also,” interjected Chick, “that we keep track of what we steal, so that it, or its value, may be returned to the owners later on.”

      “Of course, Chick; that goes without saying. Now, there is another thing.”

      “What is that?”

      “At the present time there are no less than fifty detectives, some from Pinkerton’s, and some from other places, engaged upon this case. If we play our parts as we should play them, we are bound to run into some of those chaps sooner or later. If we do that——”

      “Well?” asked Patsy.

      “We must continue to play our cards to the end, no matter what happens—even to the extent of being arrested, and possibly tried for the offenses that have been committed. If one of us should get caught, he must play his part even then, for the protection of the others who are still on their jobs; for if that one should confess himself a detective, the usefulness of the others would be past.”

      “That is clear enough,” said Ten-Ichi.

      “It sure is,” said Patsy. “It isn’t very pleasant, either. Although it will be some fun to work on the opposite side of the fence for once.”

      “How do you mean?” asked Ten-Ichi.

      “Why, we are always chasing down criminals, aren’t we? Now we will have some fun in letting others chase us while we play the criminal. Say, chief?”

      “Well?”

      “We will have a chance to learn a little about that other side of the fence. We will discover how it feels to be chased, instead of doing the chasing.”

      “Yes,” said the detective; and Patsy turned then to Ten-Ichi.

      “I’ll make you a bet,” he said. “I’ll bet you anything you like, on the basis of two to one, that I don’t get nabbed while we are on this

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