These matters being “squared” and the Marylanders ready to start for home, Captain Young turned the prisoners over to Detective Pierson, it being lawful in this instance to do so, provided both parties were agreed. Meanwhile I was apprised of the leaving time of the Pennsylvania Railroad train that was to take the party to Maryland, and accordingly the ferry-boat that left the New York slip for the five o’clock P.M. train, bearing the party, also had me aboard with a closed carriage and ready for a part I would play. At the landing of the boat I drove my team to a convenient place close to the ferry-house and waited. Detective Pierson, with the prisoners handcuffed, and accompanied by the bankers and lawyers, went to the train in waiting and boarded it. The time was then ripe for action. “I’m going to call a halt here, gentlemen,” said Shinburn, “and there’s mighty little time to waste before this train goes.” Detective Pierson tried to look solemn, as did the bankers and their attorneys, and then asked the reason for the protest. “Simply this--we’re not going with you,” declared Mark. “Oh, yes, you will; there’s no use crying about it. Sit down!” commanded Pierson. This made a fine by-play for the passengers. “I’ll make an outcry,” exclaimed Shinburn, “unless you can show me your authority.” Detective Pierson exhibited his shield. Shinburn laughed derisively. “Where’s your warrant? That’s what I want to see.” Pierson fished a warrant out of his pocket and held it to Shinburn’s nose. He thrust it away contemptuously. “The devil!” he cried; “that’s nothing but a Maryland warrant, and it doesn’t go in the state of New Jersey. Come, the game is up; take off these irons, quick!” “It’s a fact, gentlemen,” said Pierson, turning to the bankers and attorneys, “that we haven’t anything more than the Maryland warrant. These men refuse to go with us without requisition papers from the state of New Jersey. In fact, the prisoners as such in New York are here no longer prisoners.” “Call an officer of the Jersey City force,” put in one of the bank’s attorneys. “Good day, gentlemen,” said Shinburn, walking swiftly from the car, followed by the sales agent; “you’ve made a mistake this time.”