If you find him, be good enough to lock him up and notify me."
"Is there a warrant out against him?" asked one of the policemen,
cautiously.
"You don't need one," Tom replied. "I will make a charge of felony
against Evarts, to the effect that he is concerned in the outrages
against our wall. On a felony charge you don't need a warrant. Then,
too, try to find the big negro."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know his name," Tom answered. "I've dubbed him 'Sambo Ebony.'
You have the description of him that I wrote out. Arrest Sambo, by all
means, if you can find him, and I'll make a felony charge against him,
too. The negro is the one who has been blowing up the sea wall."
"We'll look for the pair all through the town, Mr. Reade," promised the
officers.
"Do! And, on behalf of the company, I'll offer a two-hundred dollar reward
for the arrest of each man!"
With that prospect to spur them on the policemen hastened away, followed
by the young man with the bloodhound.
"Now, Nicolas," pressed Reade, turning around at the faithful little brown
man, "you tumble back into bed."
"But you, Senor?"
"Don't worry about me. I've probably done all I need to do to-night.
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