On one occasion, the detective, having something particular to transmit, made the open boast in Cleary’s that, his revolver being empty, he would “do” Linden out of a fresh charge. Slipping out of the room, a few minutes later, he walked to the previously-appointed rendezvous, at the old bridge, by the side of West Shenandoah Colliery, held the necessary business talk, secured some cartridges, and, in half an hour, was back at the saloon, exhibiting his loaded pistol, and chuckling over the sly manner in which ammunition had been obtained from the enemy. As a natural consequence of his defense of the Colliery, and similar employment in other sections of the country, Linden was soon well known as a policeman who had been placed at the head of a special force; but his connection with my Agency was carefully guarded until such time as it might be necessarily or unavoidably revealed. At another time, Linden saw McKenna in Cleary’s place, and, after a drink, in the course of conversation asked the Shenandoah Secretary if he had any objection to talk over old times, and if he should speak out before the company—nearly all Mollie Maguires. “Av coorse you can!” said McKenna in a loud voice. “We are all friends of Jim McKenna,” remarked Muff Lawler, “so see to it that you don’t say anything amiss of him!” “No danger of that,” responded Linden. “He’s too good a chum of mine, and I have known him too long, to do or say anything to harm him!” In the course of the conversation Linden accidentally let out the supposed fact that, while McKenna was the best-hearted man alive, and the truest friend, he would traffic in counterfeit money, if he had a chance, and when beset, was a very devil in a scuffle, as one fellow in Buffalo had found out when it was too late. McKenna said very little, and allowed his friend to freely chaff him to his face, simply responding that he knew the source whence the stories came and did not care for them. After Linden had gone, Muff Lawler took McKenna aside and whispered in his ear: “I don’t believe, Jim, that Linden would arrest you for any crime whatever! He seems a jolly chap, and is too generous an’ true to take in an old companion!” “He is mightily changed, if he is not all ye can say that’s good,” responded the detective; “but let us be wary, even of him! He’s a sworn peace officer, an’ I know he’ll do his duty, no matther who sthands in the way! It is my intintion never to throw myself in his road, if I happen to be wanted for anything in particular!” “Well,” resumed Muff, “ye may be all correct, but it seems to me that I could depind upon him and never be decaved!” Linden had thus built the foundation for what was fated to be a considerably extended and intimate acquaintance with the Mollie Maguires.