to him that Frank was not the person who had swindled him. He added that very probably through Frank's investigation they would soon discover the identity of the United States Mail Order House.
"You can come with us, but you will have to curb your fighting proclivities," warned the marshal. "Here is where the law steps in, and you must not interfere with its course."
"I came a long way to get satisfaction," muttered Halsey. "Somehow, I'll have it too."
The marshal led the way, and they were soon mounting the stairs of Main Street Block. They proceeded quietly, so as to give no warning or create any curiosity with other occupants of the building.
"There is the door," said Frank in a guarded tone, as they reached the landing of the third story.
The marshal advanced and gave a firm resounding knock on its panels. They could detect a stir within. Then the wicket shot back.
"Who are you—what do you want? Thunder! it's the marshal."
Frank fancied he recognized the tones as belonging to Dale Wacker.
"That's who it is," answered the official. "Here, here I want a word with you, young man."
