them, myself. They robbed me of two silver medals."
"We will take them at once before a magistrate," said Adair. "You'll have to subscribe to the warrants, Slavin. You, too, Fairbanks."
Ralph simply bowed acquiescence. Slavin had taken the matter out of his hands. It was better so, Ralph readily realized. He did not believe that Farrington would go on their bonds for any large amount. This might lead to a rupture, and the prisoners might be induced to implicate the magnate, and tell what had become of Mrs. Davis.
"Come on, you!" spoke Slavin, roughly pulling his prisoners to their feet.
"You look out!" snarled Mort Bemis savagely. "See here, Mr. Officer, this fellow talks big, but he himself tied up a set of levers at the switch tower."
Slavin turned red. He looked at Ralph in a shamefaced way. Then he said bluntly:
"Yes, I did, Mr. Adair. That skunk got me to. It was before I knew Fairbanks—before I knew better. I give myself in charge for the act. I'm willing to suffer for it."
"Nonsense !" cried Ralph quickly.
"Do you make the complaint?" asked Adair.
"No, sir!" spoke Ralph emphatically.
