He nudged Lanky in the ribs again, as if to say: "It's all right; this is the Bill you're looking for; he gave himself away that time!"
"Too bad you didn't get him, Frank, you're so lucky in all such things. But you must tell me all the particulars. There's a reward out for Brockholt, and some of us want to claim it," observed the police officer.
"Hey, Chief!" sang out Whalen at this juncture, "come here and take a look in his old shack! Told you he must have some pal along with him. Perhaps there is a whole gang afloat here."
Frank, looking quickly at the other, saw Bill smile broadly. He knew from this that the tramp was not trembling in fear.
"I just got a poor feller in there. Chief, that turned up cold, and wanting lodgin's. Stir him up, mister, and pull him out here," observed Bill, mysteriously.
Whalen vanished within the shack. They could hear him speaking, and gruff tones in reply. Then out came the officer, dragging a figure after him.
"Why, he's tied up as neat as you please!" exclaimed Chief Hogg.
"Course he is. They told me Bill was a desperate man, and I didn't want to take chances," replied the tramp, calmly.
