"A rascal and a thief!" murmured the old man, and looked as if he would faint. It did not take him long to place his pocketbook in his pocket again. Jim Huskin was a man who made up his mind quickly. He saw that Robert had the best of him, and that his only chance for safety lay in flight. Turning swiftly, he started to run from the building. But he had reckoned without Dick Marden, and he had scarcely taken two steps when the miner put out his foot and sent him sprawling in the hallway. At once a crowd began to collect. "What's the row here?" demanded the janitor of the building, as he rushed up. "We've collared a thief," answered Marden. "Call a policeman." "What! do you mean to have me arrested?" demanded Jim Huskin, as he got up, to find himself in the grasp of both Robert and his friend. "That's what," answered the miner coolly. Jim Huskin began to expostulate, but all to no purpose. Soon an officer came in, followed by another crowd. "What has he done?" demanded the policeman. "I charge him with robbing me," answered Robert. "His name is Jim Huskin." "My name isn't Huskin, it is Williams," put in the confidence man. "Jim Huskin?" repeated the officer. "I've heard that before." "He and another man named Andy Cross robbed me in Chicago. Cross was caught, but this fellow came to Muskegon." "Oh, yes, I remember the case now. So this is Huskin, eh? You were lucky to land on him." "This is all wrong," persisted Huskin. He turned to the old man in black. "Mr. Price, won't you testify that my name is Williams?" "I don't know as I will," was the slow answer. "You said it was, but I have no further proof of it." "He was going to get you to invest in some scheme, wasn't he?" asked Robert. "Yes, he wanted to sell me some unlisted mining shares. Said they were a good investment." "What were the shares?" asked Dick Marden. "I am an old miner and I know the mines pretty well." "They were shares of the Golden Bucket Mine, of California." "The Golden Bucket! Why, that mine gave out six years ago. It never paid back the money put into it. Why, it's dead, and so are the stocks. You had a lucky escape." "I believe you," returned the old man, and looked greatly relieved. Inside of quarter of an hour Jim Huskin was transferred to the local jail and his capture was telegraphed to Chicago. He was searched, and on him were found about forty dollars belonging to Robert and a pawn-ticket for the watch, showing that it had been pawned in Muskegon for six dollars. Before he left the town Robert got the watch back. Later on Jim Huskin was taken back to Chicago, and he and Andy Cross were tried together, and each received a sentence of two years in State's prison for his misdeeds. On getting back to Mrs. Gibbs' boarding house Robert found a telegram from his mother awaiting him. It read: "Come home at once. Your step-father is very ill."