"These two gentlemen are from Plattville; Mr. Smith just got in. They
mighty near had big trouble down there to-day, but I guess we'll settle
things for 'em up here. Let me make you acquainted with my friend, Mr.
Smith, and my friend, Mr. Homer. Gentlemen, my friend, Mr. Meredith, one
of our well-known citizens."
"You hear it from the police, gentlemen," added Mr. Meredith, perking up a
little. "I know Dr. Gay." He nodded to the surgeon.
"I suppose you have heard some of the circumstances--those that we've
given out," said Barrett.
"I read the account in the evening paper. I had heard of Harkless, of
Carlow, before; but it never occurred to me that it was my friend--I had
heard he was abroad--until I got this telegram from a relative of mine who
happened to be down there."
"Well," said the superintendent, "your friend made a mighty good fight
before he gave up. The Teller, that's the man we've got out here, he's so
hacked up and shot and battered his mother wouldn't know him, if she
wanted to; at least, that's what Gay, here, says. We haven't seen him,
because the doctors have been at him ever since he was found, and they
expect to do some more tonight, when we've had our interview with him, if
he lives long enough. One of my sergeants found him in, the freight-yards
about four-o'clock and sent him here in the ambulance; knew it was Teller,
because he was stowed away in one of the empty cars that came from
Plattville last night, and Slattery--that's his running mate, the one we
caught with the coat and hat--gave in that they beat their way on that
freight.
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