"Still that might be assumed. Lots of those prisoners are never known by their real names, the warden told me," remarked the farmer, licking his dry lips.
"I suppose that is so, sir, though I never thought of it before," replied Frank.
Then the farmer turned upon the boy, as though he had nerved himself up to a certain point, and continued:
"You were pretty close up on him at the time he dropped the last bundle, I suppose, Frank?"
"Oh! yes, sir."
"And could see him plainly too?" continued Mr. Baxter, eagerly.
"Why, that was easy enough. He looked around several times, too. Yes, I would certainly know Bill Brockholt again if I ever met him."
"You see that smoke was still half blinding me. I could only make out a flying figure that seemed to be clothed in a striped suit. Could you describe him to me, Frank, after a fashion?" went on the farmer; and Frank wondered more than ever why he wished to ascertain facts that after all should interest him little, since no great damage had been done.
"Why, he had a smooth face, and his hair was cropped close to his head, to begin with. You know
