At first he seemed rather reluctant to talk much, and when asked his name, he said it was George Huddleston, to which the writer replied, “Oh, I know who you are,” when he said, with a cheering smile, “Yes, most people know me in St. Paul. I stayed at the Merchants, and was there when the Red Caps went to Winona to play the Clippers. I afterwards went over to Minneapolis and stopped at the Nicollet, but on my return to St. Paul, I registered at the European.” “But are you not a brother to the two men in the other room?” was asked. “Yes, we are brothers; we are all brothers, sir,” was the reply. “And they say you are the Youngers. Of course, I know Cole, but I would like to know if you are Jim or Bob?” “I will tell you in the morning,” he said. “I would rather not say anything now. The others will tell you anything you wish to know.” But by chatting familiarly with him, many facts of interest were elicited. He spoke of the Northfield escapade, and said it was the first of the kind he ever was in. When asked about his wound in the right arm, if it was not from the carbine of Wheeler, he stated that he thought it was from the pistol of Bates—he did not see Wheeler. His arm dropped on his leg as described, he said, which led to the belief that he was wounded in the leg. In speaking of the dead men at Northfield, the writer said that there was some uncertainty whether the big man was Miller or Pitts. The prisoner promptly said, with a smile, “It was not Miller.” He expressed himself freely as to his poor OPINION OF THE DETECTIVES, and gave an account of his party’s wanderings from Mankato. He said all six crossed the railroad bridge together. They came right through the town on the railroad track. They knew, he said, the other bridge was guarded, for he saw the guards; and then, hastily correcting himself, he said: “We knew the bridge was watched, and then hastily crossed over on the trestle bridge. We got some melons out of a garden, and on the right of the railroad, a little further down, we got two old hens and one chicken, the only fowls on the place, and then went on to the place where we were disturbed when getting our breakfast ready. We had it all ready to cook when” WE HEARD THE MEN “running and shouting up the line and as quickly as we could we got out and crossed the State road (Garden City road.) If we had not left our bridles, the police would not have known we had been there. I had but one arm and I seized my blankets. If I had had two, I should have tried to carry away some of the chicken, for we were dreadfully hungry. After crossing the road we went southeast to the river, ran half a mile up the stream and there laid down all day.” Asked if he did not hear shots fired, he said he did, and saw one of the pursuers within twenty yards of him,