" Both were men below average
size, with sullen, defiant eyes. Both were dressed roughly, like
laborers. Yet, when taken, each had been found to have a considerable
sum of money about him.
"We can't make either of the fellows talk, but maybe they will later,
when we begin to employ some of the third degree on them," whispered
Mr. Trotter to Jack. "My boy, I think you've put us on the real trail.
If the jailer identifies them as Gaston's callers of yesterday, we'll
know where we stand."
Fifteen minutes later the Secret Service men returned. The jailer had
pronounced the pair to be Gaston's callers of the day before. Moreover,
the jailer had obligingly locked up the pair until Trotter and Packwood
could obtain proper authority for him to hold them. Leroux and
Stephanoulis had been placed in cells from which they could not possibly
communicate with Gaston, whose cell lay in another wing of the jail.
"As soon as that pair found that, for some reason, their mine failed to
explode under you last night," Trotter hinted, "they knew that their
game was up. They hurried away and lay concealed in the distance. Then
they saw the party from the 'Waverly' hunting on shore, with lantern's,
and they took to the woods.
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