He must have known
me before. I may know him."
"Come," invited the engineer.
He called one of the wipers down from amid the sliding shafts and moving
machinery. The man came unhesitatingly.
Frank took a square look at this man, who did not seek to avoid
inspection.
"Never saw him before," confessed Merry.
The wiper was dismissed.
"Hackett," called the engineer.
The other wiper did not seem to hear. He pretended to be very busy, and
kept at work.
"Hackett!"
He could not fail to hear that. He kept his face turned away, but
answered:
"Yes, sir."
"Come here. I want you."
The wiper hesitated. Then he turned and slowly approached. His face was
besmeared till scarcely a bit of natural color showed, and his hat was
pulled low over his eyes. He shambled forward awkwardly, and stood in an
awkward position, with his eyes cast down.
Frank looked at him closely and started. Then, in a perfectly calm
manner, but with a trace of triumph in his voice, he declared:
"This is the fellow who did the job!"
CHAPTER IX.
IN IRONS.
"What?" cried the engineer, in astonishment.
"How do you know?" asked the engineer's assistant, incredulously.
"That's it--how do you know?" demanded the engineer. "You said you did
not see the person who attacked you."
"I did not."
"Yet you say this is the man.
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