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good man, and he always has a chance to prove whether he is good or not. That is the sort of chance you are going to get.”

      “Will you tell me about it?”

      “I will if you will agree to teach me that hold by which you threw me over the fire into the bushes a little while ago.”

      “Sure thing, Handsome. I’ll teach you that, and a lot of others as well, if you wish. That is one of the ju-jutsu tricks.”

      “I’ve heard about that. It’s all right, all right.”

      “Sure thing. Now, where are we going? Are we to stay here all night, Handsome?”

      “Not quite.”

      “Tell me what is expected of me, then; where we are going?”

      “I am to take you to the chief; to Hobo Harry himself, for he happens to be here to-night. It is only once in a while that he is here, too; but it happens that he is to-night. He is to interview you. Otherwise—that is, if he were not here, you would have to hang around on the outside until he showed up to pass upon you in person.”

      “I see.”

      “He is the only man in the whole bunch who has a right to do that. I’ve got to blindfold you after we get across the fence on the swamp side of the tracks.”

      “All right.”

      “I suppose you would like to know what you are up against before I take you into the old swamp, wouldn’t you?”

      “Sure thing, Handsome.”

      “Well, it’s just this: If you don’t pass muster with the boss, you’ll never come out again. There are deep holes in that swamp, Dago.”

      “Oh, I don’t doubt that; but what do you mean by passing muster?”

      “I mean just this, and nothing more: If you are not what you appear to be, and what you say you are, it’s a slit across the windpipe for yours; see?”

      Nick did see, and he nodded understandingly.

      “I reckon I’ll pass, all right,” he said negligently. “If you are ready, I am.”

      They descended the embankment, and climbed the fence on the swamp side of the tracks; and then, as soon as they had penetrated a short distance into the wood, Handsome stopped again, and, drawing a huge bandanna from his pocket, proceeded to bind it around the detective’s eyes securely.

      “Now,” he said, “can you do the lockstep?”

      “Never tried it,” said Nick.

      “Sure about that?”

      “Never learned—never had to.”

      “Well, you’ll have to learn it now—unless you wish to fall into the swamp. Get up close to me, and take hold of my sides under my arms. Then follow in my footsteps as nearly as you can.”

      “I say, Handsome, you’ve got some education yourself.”

      “Never mind that now. We’re not going into pasts just at present.”

      “All right. Lead the way. I’m ready.”

      Nick’s eyes were so securely bandaged that he had not the least idea where they were going, or where his footsteps tended; but even had he been without the bandage he could hardly have told that, for the deeper they penetrated into the swamp, the darker it became, and only those who were perfectly familiar with the pathway could pass that way in safety in the night.

      There were times when Nick’s feet slipped from the precarious footing, and he slid into the water up to his knees; and once he went in to his waist; but Handsome was always ready to seize upon him and support him to dry land again at such times.

      And their way wound round in a serpentine course. They climbed over fallen and moss-grown logs; they slushed through shallow water; they crawled on their hands and knees under embankments and rocks, and at last, at Handsome’s order, they stepped into a boat of some kind which the latter pushed away from the bank with a pole.

      After that a long time passed while the boat was propelled steadily onward with the pole, sometimes gliding under trees that hung so close to the water that they were obliged to get flat down inside the scow to avoid them; and they wound around many curves and twists, until at last they stopped, and Handsome removed the bandage from Nick’s eyes.

      They were beside a high bank, and directly ahead of them, through the trees, the detective could see the lights of many gleaming fires; and he could also discern the shadowy forms of men grouped around them, engaged in different occupations.

      “Now, keep your mouth shut, and your eyes and your ears open,” was Handsome’s warning, as he led the way from the scow, and signed for Nick to follow him. “If anybody speaks to you, don’t answer; and when you get in the presence of the chief, answer questions, and don’t ask any.”

      “Right you are, pardy,” was Nick’s reply; and then he followed his conductor through the trees toward the fire.

      They came out presently upon an open glade in which a dozen camp fires were burning. At some of these men were engaged in eating; others were preparing to eat; and still others had finished their meal, and were lying around in various attitudes, smoking. Some were playing cards by the light of the fires. Nick judged, in the rapid estimate he made, that there were in all at least twoscore of men gathered there.

      He saw, too, that around this circular glade there were sheds built, and some of these had lights behind the brush or canvas fronts. Two of them had board fronts, and he judged that they were used when the weather was too inclement, or too cold, to remain in the open.

      As they passed through the circle of light cast by the fires, many of the men looked up lazily toward them; but beyond one stare, no attention was paid to them; and they passed on into the gloom beyond.

      Here they traversed a narrow but well-beaten pathway through the thick growth of alders, and presently came out upon a second glade that was larger than the first; and higher and dryer, too.

      But that was not what attracted the detective.

      In the very centre of this patch of clearing was a house; or a cottage, it would more properly be called; but it was large, and apparently comfortable. The roof extended down in front of it and over a wide piazza, where Nick could see that two men and a woman were seated.

      But directly in front of the piazza, a man—one of the hoboes, without doubt, to judge from his appearance—was pacing regularly up and down, with the precision of a sentinel; and he carried a rifle in the hollow of his arm, which, as soon as Handsome and Nick appeared, he raised and pointed at them, while Nick could hear the click of the lock as he raised the hammer.

      Handsome threw up both hands, holding them high over his head, and Nick did the same; and thereupon the gun was lowered, and, still with their hands held high, the two men advanced.

      There was not a word spoken; the sentinel resumed his pacing up and down, as if there had been no interruption; and Nick’s guide approached the edge of the piazza, still with his hands raised.

      One of the men who were seated there rose and stepped forward; then he peered long and earnestly at the two men, and then he said:

      “You may advance. Go inside.”

      And as they crossed the piazza, and stepped inside the house, the woman of the group rose and followed them, closing the door behind her; and Nick Carter wondered if Hobo Harry, the Beggar King, was a woman.

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