"Oh, you are ready with your tongue--altogether too ready." Having searched the lad, Jones produced some manacles, and snapped them on the wrists of his prisoner. "There," he said to Solomon, "you needn't hold the revolver to his head any longer. I have him foul now." "Dank you," nodded the Jew. "You vas much opliged vor der use of my revolfer." "Of course, of course." "V'y you don'd puy dot revolfer, den, und gif a poor man a drade?" "Oh, get out. I don't want it any longer." "Vell, I am glad uf dat, vor it vas long enough alretty. Uf you like id so vel, v'y you don'd bought id?" "I have one of my own." "Vell, haf dwo. I gif you a drade on dat revolfer. I sell you dat revolfer vor elefen tollar." "Don't want it." "Ten tollar." "Don't want it." "Nine." "No." "Eight." "Say, shut up! I wouldn't take it for five!" "Vell, you may haf him vor your tollar, und dot vas less dan haluf vat id vas vort'. Shall I put a biece uf baper roundt id?" "I won't buy it at any price." "Moses in der pulrushes! Do you vant me to gif him to you? I vill dake tree tollar, und dat vas der rock-pottom brice. Here you haf him." But the detective still declined to take the weapon, which made Solomon exceedingly disgusted and angry. "You vas der meanest man vat I nefer met!" he cried. "Uf I hat known how mean you vas, I vouldn't helluped you capture dot ropper! I hat better do pusiness vid der ropper anyhow." Burchel Jones was well satisfied with himself. At Yukon he sent a dispatch to Hank Kildare, the sheriff at Elreno, saying: "Have captured Black Harry. Bringing him in irons. Have Miss Dawson at station to identify him when train arrives. BURCHEL JONES, "Private Detective." Jones was surprised at the quiet manner in which Frank had submitted to arrest, but he felt that the lad had been cleverly taken by surprise, and had seen by the eye of the man with the revolver that the best thing he could do was to give in without a struggle. The boy saw it was quite useless to attempt to convince the man that any mistake had been made, and so, after the first effort, ceased to waste his time in the vain struggle. He remained calm and collected, much to the dismay of the some nervous passengers, who were certain the train would be held up by Black Harry's Braves, who would be on hand to rescue their chief. Jones heard one man declaring over and over that he knew the train would not reach Elreno without a hold-up, and the detective immediately declared: "If an attempt is made to rescue Black Harry, it will be very unfortunate for Harry, as I shall immediately shoot him. I do not propose to let him escape, to continue his career of crime and devastation." The boy smiled, in a scornful and pitying way.