ht on
his hands. He was on his feet again in an instant. Again Fred darted
between his legs and threw him. This time he rolled completely over and
Fred saw the handle of a revolver protruding from a hip pocket. He
grabbed it, cocked it, and held the muzzle within a foot of the forger's
head, saying:

"I'll shoot!"

The man lay still, glaring at the black muzzle of the weapon like one
confronting a ghost. Mr. Barron heard the noise of the three falls, and
rushed out of the office in time to see Fred aim the revolver at the
head of the forger.

"Arrest that man!" he cried. "He is a forger."

A forger is the one criminal most hated in Wall Street, and as soon as
it was announced that he was one, the stranger was instantly surrounded
and captured. A policeman came in from the street and put the nippers on
him.

"Bring him into my office, officer," said the banker. "He has a lot of
the bank's money in his possession."

The officer took him to the president's room, and Fred followed, with
the pistol still in his hand. He was searched, and the money found in
his pocket. The cashier brought in the check and said he did not believe
it was forged.

"Send for Mr. Manson and see what he says about it," suggested the
banker.

Manson was a rich broker, whose name had been forged to the check. He
was found at his office and came over to the bank immediately. Taking
the check, which was for $10,000, he made a close examination of it.

"I never gave that check to any one," he said. "It is a forgery, but
such a good one that ordinarily I would not be able to detect it
myself."

"I took it in good faith," said the stranger. "Can you swear it was
forged?"

"Yes, for I have given out no check for that amount to-day."

"The date is nothing. Is that your signature?"

"It is very much like it, but I did not write it, nor did I ever give a
check to any such party."

"You will swear to that?" Barron asked him.

"Yes--a thousand times."

"Then I'll take the responsibility of the man's arrest and prosecution.
You may take him away, officer."

The policeman led his prisoner out, and a dozen prominent brokers got
around Barron to congratulate him on the arrest. Barron looked around
and saw Fred standing near the door, still holding the revolver in his
hand.

"Ah! There's the one to whom I am indebted for the arrest," and he went
over to where Fred was standing, extended his hand to him, and added:

"He not only came and g