e a certificate from the Emperor of Siam. See
here!"

The wild man put his hand into an inner pocket and suddenly brought
forth a pair of long shears.

"I can cut your hair and shave you," he announced. "Just sit down on
yonder throne and I'll start to work." And he pointed to a flat
rock.

The sight of the sharp-pointed shears was not a pleasant one, and when
the wild man invited him to sit down Dave felt very much like running
away. The man evidently saw how he felt, and suddenly caught him by
the arm.

"Sit down!" he thundered. "I won't hurt you. I am an expert barber."

"Let us talk about the job first," said Dave, trying to keep his wits
about him, although he was terribly disturbed. He wondered how long it
would be before Phil would return.

"What do you want to know?"

"Will you cut my hair in the latest fashion?"

"I never cut hair in any other way."

"And will you curl the ends? I like curls."

"If you want them, although they make a man look girlish," answered
the wild man.

"And will you----" went on Dave, when Wilbur Poole suddenly grabbed
him by both arms and forced him backwards on the flat rock.

"I'll go to work at once!" cried the wild man. "Sit still!" And he
flourished the shears before our hero's face.

Dave felt a chill run down his backbone. But a moment later he felt a
thrill of relief, as from the bushes behind the wild man stepped Phil,
Mr. Dale, and several others.

CHAPTER XXVIII

THE CAPTURE OF THE WILD MAN

"Now then, you may go to work," said our hero, as he saw Mr. Dale come
up close behind the wild man. "But sharpen the scissors first,
please."

"I will," was Wilbur Poole's answer, and he opened up the shears and
commenced to stroke them back and forth on a rock near by.

An instant later the wild man was jerked over backwards and the
dangerous shears were snatched from his grasp. He commenced to
struggle, but the whole crowd surrounded him, and before he could
realize the situation his hands were made fast.

"It is treachery, base treachery!" he groaned. "My army has betrayed
me!" And he commenced to weep.

"What a terrible state of mind to be in!" murmured Roger. "He is
certainly as crazy as they make 'em!"

"I guess you are right," answered Phil. "But I am glad we have got
him."

"He spoke about the blowing up of the hotel," said Dave. "And he said
somebody saw him do it."

"Who was it?"

"He didn't mention any names."

"Maybe he was simply