"I've been carrying out your programme, amusing myself with a sneak thief, and now, Mr. Senator's Son, you have evidence that Yorkers do know a thing or two, and you get yourself together and get out of this car and off the train at the next station, or I'll make a horse-fly net of you. Is that plain English? Take your own money, I don't need it. You are under cover, but let me give you a pointer--you play the senator's son too well altogether to make a success of it." The group of gamblers stared in silence. They did not dare make a hostile move; there was something about Desmond in his transformed appearance that froze them--indeed, even his youth was a mystery to them, for he acted like a man who had had years of experience. "You started in, gentlemen, to play a big game of robbery, but ran up against a snag. I am letting you off easy--very easy--but you see we young fellows from York are not malicious." The gamblers had indeed gotten off easily, and we will here explain that they did not fear Desmond in a scrimage; but they would have feared any one who would have made a fight, as they did not wish to draw the attention of the train men to their scheme which had been exposed. Had they been winners they would have made a fight, but the game they were attempting was one of highway robbery, for they had been outwitted in the deal, and had no claim upon the money. The train arrived at a station and the gamblers started to alight. They felt bitter, and the self-styled senator's son said to Desmond: "The train will stop here fifteen minutes. You are a good fellow, I like you, I'd like to have you stop off a minute and have a cool drink with us."