the office and stared wide-eyed into the face of the most wanted man in all Canada.
"Well I'll be—well I'll be doggoned!" he cried. "It's him! It's him, all right! For the love of Mike, kid, how did you do it?" He grabbed Connie by the arm.
"Who me?" grinned Connie, imitating to a nicety the tone in which McKeever had answered the same question, "Oh, I just surrounded him. He ain't hard to handle, if you know how. I just hung around and let him arrest himself, didn't I, Notorious?" And Notorious Bishop who saw that the game was up laughed sheepishly.
"I guess that's right, kid," he answered. "But you see, you're so pumb little that-a-way, it throwed me off. I figured the safest thing I could do was to come through the territory with an officer. An' it would of be'n, too. Didn't we pass seven or eight of 'em? Didn't I borrow tobacco off one of 'em, an' play checkers with 'em, an' talk to 'em without one of 'em spottin' me? Tell me, straight. Superintendent, would you of know'd me, yourself?"
The Superintendent smiled. "I'm afraid not," he admitted, with puckered brow.
