CHAPTER X.
The Burglar Tracked to His Lair--The Old Stage Driver--A Fishing Party--A Long Wait--A Sorrowful Surprise--The Arrest of Newton Edwards.
Our plans were soon completed for a visit to the place indicated by the address upon the two letters.

In the meantime, however, I had telegraphed to the police officials at Denver, and learned from them that no such person as Newton Edwards had been about that place, or was known there at all.

They also promised that if any one called for a letter addressed to that name they would arrest him at once and inform us immediately.
McDonald, I soon learned, was a little village in the central part of New York, remotely situated, and with no railroad or telegraph facilities of any kind.

An excellent hiding-place for a fugitive certainly, particularly, as I suspected, if he had relatives residing there.

Far away from the swift and powerful messengers of steam and electricity, he might safely repose in quiet seclusion until the excitement had died away and pursuit was abandoned.