d for this journey, and their preparations were soon
made. That evening they were flying over the ground in the direction of
the little hamlet, where they were hopeful of finding the man they were
seeking.

As an additional precaution, and fearing that Edwards might not remain
in McDonald for any length of time, I telegraphed to my son, Robert A.
Pinkerton, at New York city, to also repair, as soon as possible, to
that place, and if Edwards was there to arrest him at once, and await
the arrival of my operatives from Chicago.

Immediately upon the receipt of this message, Robert left New York city
by the earliest train, and without event, arrived at the station nearest
to the village of McDonald, which he learned was about twelve miles
distant. Here he was obliged to take a stage coach, and after a long,
hot and fatiguing journey of several hours, he arrived about nightfall
at the sleepy little village, which was his point of destination. By
making inquiries of the stage-driver in a careless manner, and without
exciting any suspicion, he learned that there was a constable at that
place, and on arriving, he immediately sought out this important
official. From him Robert learned that there was a strange young man
stopping with an old farmer about two miles out of the village, who had
been there several days, and who was represented as a nephew to the old
gentleman. Upon showing him the photograph of Edwards, he recognized it
at once, and signified his readiness to render any service in the
matter which might be required of him. After disclosing as much as he
deemed advisable to the constable, whose name was Daniel Bascom, Robert
gladly accepted his hospitality for the night, and feeling very tired
and weary after his hard journey, he retired to rest, and slept the
sleep of the just, until he was awakened in the morning by his
hospitable entertainer. Springing from his bed, and looking out at his
window, he saw that the sun was just peeping over the hills in the east,
and throwing its first faint rays over the beautiful landscape that was
spread before him, lighting up hill and dale with the roseate but
subdued splendor of its morning beams.

After partaking of a hearty breakfast, Robert and the village constable
matured their plans of operation. As a well-dressed city young gentleman
might occasion some curiosity in the village, and as young Edwards might
take alarm at the unexpected appearance of a stranger in that reti