trong man and he was slowly but surely getting
the best of the youth when three men put in an appearance. They were
heavy-set individuals and were followed by a policeman.

"What's up here?"

"Don't kill that boy!"

"He is a thief!" cried Jerry. "He has that man's diamond pin."

"That's right," put in the westerner, who had managed to turn and catch
hold of his assailant. "This fellow is his mate. They just tackled me when
the boy came to my help."

"It is a falsehood," roared the footpad who had attacked our hero.

Saying this, he arose and tried to sneak away. But Jerry tripped him up,
sending him headlong, and before he could rise the policeman had him
handcuffed.

While this was going on the westerner and two of the new arrivals managed
to make a prisoner of the other footpad. He used some terrible language,
but this did not avail him.

"I know them," said the policeman, after the capture was effected. "They
are Hungry Pete and Jack the Slick. They are wanted for a burglary at
Sheepshead Bay. How did you happen to fall in with them?"

"I met them up at Rumford's Hotel. They said they knew a man I was looking
for."

"Will you come along and make a charge against them?"

"Certainly. He has my diamond pin."

The pin was brought to light and handed over to its owner, and then our
hero was asked to go along.

Anxious to know what the westerner might want of Crazy Jim, Jerry agreed,
and a minute later found the whole crowd bound for the nearest
station-house.

Here the westerner gave his name as Colonel Albert Dartwell. He said he
was from Denver and had come east on private business.

"I have been sick for two months," he said. "I am still weak. That is the
reason I did not put up a better fight when those two men tackled me."

Jerry told his story, and the upshot of the matter was that the two
footpads were held for another hearing before the judge in the morning.

"My boy, I owe you something for your services to me," said the westerner,
as he and our hero came out on the street. "You did well for a boy."

"I did the best I could," replied the young oarsman "But I want to ask you
a question. I heard you mention Crazy Jim. What do you want to see him
for?"

A look of pain crossed Colonel Dartwell's face at my words.

"It's a long story, Upton. I am from the West and came many miles to see
him. Do you know the man?"

"I know one fellow called Crazy Jim, sir."

"His right name is James MacHenry