He seems to have the money, according to what one of the men in the office said, and he's the man we want."
"Shagmon!" exclaimed Mr. Damon.
"Yes, Shagmon. The fellow I heard talking said he'd go to Shagmon and make Morse whack up. Shagmon may be the real head of the gang."
"Ha! I have it!" cried Mr. Damon suddenly. "I wonder I didn't think of it before. Shagmon is the headquarters, not the head of the gang!"
"What do you mean?" asked Tom, much excited.
"I mean that there's a town called Shagmon about fifty miles from here. That's what the fellow in the office meant. He is going to the town of Shagmon and make Morse whack up. That's where Morse is! That's where. the gang is hiding! That's where the money is! Hurrah, Tom, we're on the trail!"
