"I mean that he is wanted in the East, and I have been tracking him for the last two months," said the supposed Jew, suddenly speaking without a trace of accent. "Who are you?" "I am Burchel Jones, a detective." "Burchel Jones! Impossible! Jones was the fellow who arrested this boy for Black Harry." "That fellow was not Burchel Jones; he is an impostor, and he was working for the reward offered for Black Harry's capture. If he is in Elreno when we get back there, I shall have a little settlement with him." Then Lona Dawson, who had recovered, told them how bravely Frank had fought for her, and the boy suddenly found himself regarded as a hero by the very ones who had been fierce to lynch him a short time before. "Hurro!" cried Barney Mulloy, who was on hand. "Oi knew ye'd come out at th' top av th' hape in th' ind, Frankie, be b'y!" And the delighted Irish boy gave his friend a "bear's hug." It was a triumphant party that returned to Elreno. Lona Dawson was restored to her wounded father, the body of Black Harry was placed on exhibition, and Frank was cheered and stared at by admiring eyes wherever he went. The bogus detective heard what had happened in time to leave the place and avoid meeting the real Burchel Jones. Robert Dawson did not die from his wound. He recovered in time, but, as he lay on his bed, with his daughter restored to him, he held out a hand to Frank, who had been summoned to that room, saying, fervently: "God bless you, young man! My daughter has told me everything. You shall be rewarded by anything it is in my power to give you." Frank laughed, his face flushing, as he gallantly returned: "Mr. Dawson, I have already been rewarded by the pleasure it gave me to be of service to your daughter in a time of peril." A week later Frank and his friends continued their journey westward, where fresh adventures awaited them. CHAPTER XIII. A THRILLING RESCUE. "No, sir!" roared Professor Scotch, banging his clinched fist down on a rough wooden table that stood in the only "hotel" of the town of Blake, Utah. "I say no, and that settles it!" "But," urged Frank, who sat opposite the little professor at the table, "wait till I tell you----" "You have told me enough, sir! I do not want to hear any more!" Barney, who sat near, could restrain his merriment no longer. "Begobs!" he cried; "th' profissor is on his ear this toime, Frankie, me b'y. He manes business." "That's exactly what I do!" came explosively from the little man's lips. "It is my turn now. You boys have been having your own way right along, and you have done nothing but run into scrape after scrape. It is amazing the troubles you have been into and the dangers you have passed through. Several times you have placed me in deadly peril, and but for my coolness, my remarkable nerve, my extremely level head, I must have been killed or gone insane long ago." Both boys laughed.