to the poor worn rag with its tear, caused by
the falling beam, and its brown bloodstain. But none of them spoke. Roy,
in particular, watched the official with keen interest.

"Dominion--Dominion Clothing Company," they heard him say; "Quebec,
Canada."

There followed an awful pause. That would have been the time for the
scouts to speak. But none spoke.

"Hold on a minute," they heard Mr. Ferrett say, just as two men were
about to lift the canvas stretcher which they had slipped under Blythe's
body; "just a moment."

He took from his pocket a sort of huge wallet, and fumbling among its
multifarious contents pulled out an old faded paper, which he opened.
Roy and Westy, who stood nearest to him could read it plainly enough and
see two pictures, profile and front face, which it displayed:

WANTED FOR MURDER FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS

REWARD WILL BE PAID BY THE POLICE OF QUEBEC, CANADA, FOR
INFORMATION LEADING TO THE ARREST AND CONVICTION OF CLAUDE
DARRELL, ALIAS DARROW, ALIAS HICKY JOE, ETC., ETC. WANTED FOR

BURGLARY AND HOMICIDE.

Was last seen in New York where he tried to enlist for military
service. Hair brown and straight. Complexion dark. Eyes gray.
Height 5 feet 10-1/2 inches. Weight about 140 pounds. Teeth
white and even. May seek work as gasfitter. When last seen wore
a gray suit with double breasted vest. Walks slightly sideways.

"Here's our bird all right," said Detective Ferrett with a cold
vulgarity which made the scouts' blood boil. "This is that Quebec chap,
wanted for murder. Here's an easy five thousand. Look at this, Chief;
look at these pictures and then look at that face. O. K.? This is him or
I'm a dub. Just wait till I measure this chap."

"Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort," said the surgeon briskly, and
apparently not at all interested in Blythe's history or identity. "He's
not going to walk away. Just stand out of the way, gentlemen, this is an
ambulance call."

A thrill of admiration passed through several of the scouts as they
heard this. "I'd--I'd--anyway I'd rather be a doctor than a detective,"
Pee-wee whispered.

"Well, it's all down on the paper here," said Detective Ferrett. "We've
got him dead to rights. Aim for a goose and you hit a gander. This
fellow's a red-handed thug from Canada. They've had the alarm out for
him a couple of years. You kids never knew that, hey?" And by way of a
pleasantry he hit Roy a rap with his bulging wallet.