They burst in upon four persons. Two of them, who looked like plain-clothes officers, seemed to have a third in charge. This man was desperately and wildly appealing to Charles Collier. It was Bailey Weegman. "It's an outrage, I tell you!" Weegman was crying. "It's a lie! I haven't used the mails to defraud. I learned an hour ago that officers were after me on that charge, and I hurried to you, Mr. Collier. They followed me here. You must help me! I served you--" "You served me a crooked turn," interrupted Collier coldly. "You have your nerve to come to me!" Locke's eyes were on Jones. The man's face was aflame with triumph and joy and fathomless satisfaction. He flung out his hand, his finger pointing like a pistol at Weegman. "Hanson Gilmore!" he cried in a terrible voice. The mute had spoken! Frozen with amazement, Lefty saw Weegman twist round, saw a light of terror come into his eyes, saw him cower and cringe, pale as death and shaking like an aspen. "You swore away my liberty, you dog!" the voice of Jones rang through the room. "You were the scoundrel who conceived the Central Yucatan Rubber Company, and profited by it! When the prison doors closed upon me I swore I'd never speak again until every dollar you had taken from the victims of that concern was paid back--until you were brought to book for your crime. I've kept that vow. I've searched for you, determined to bring you to justice somehow. Now you have brought justice upon yourself." Crouching like a creature stung by the pitiless lashing of a whip, the accused wretch appealed chokingly to the officers who had arrested him: "Don't let him touch me! Look at his eyes! He's mad! Keep him off! Take me away!" "Yes, take him away," said Jones. "And if he doesn't get a prison sentence for this last piece of work, I'll keep after him until he's punished for his other crimes." "Take him away!" said Charles Collier, with a wave of his hand. Tottering weakly, the rascal who had met retribution at last was led out. The rejoicing players were stripping for their showers. Locke and Jones appeared among them. "Boys," said Lefty, "let me introduce Martin Bowman, whom you have hitherto known as Jones. For reasons of his own, he made a vow never to speak until a certain thing should happen. Happily, events now make it possible for him to talk." "For which I am very thankful," said Martin Bowman quietly. They stared at him in limitless astonishment. At last Spider Grant said: "Well, this game to-day was enough to make a deaf-and-dumb man talk!" Eph, the colored rubber, touched Locke on the arm. "Yo' wife and a pahty o' frien's am outside, sah," he said. "Dey said as how dey'd wait fo' you." "Tell them I'll join them as soon as possible," directed Lefty. THE END The next title in this series is "Guarding the Keystone Sack." SEE REVERSE SIDE OF COLORED JACKET FOR LIST OF TITLES IN THIS SERIES AND MANY OTHER SERIES FOR BOYS AND GIRLS OF ALL AGES. THE BIG LEAGUE SERIES