"I didn't make no mistake about THIS one!" "What one ?" demanded Van Vorst.
Jimmie pointed dramatically at his prisoner.

With an anxious expression the stranger was tenderly fingering the back of his head.

He seemed to wish to assure himself that it was still there.
"THAT one!" cried Jimmie.

"He's a German spy!" The patience of Judge Van Vorst fell from him.

In his exclamation was indignation, anger, reproach.
"Jimmie!" he cried.
Jimmie thrust into his hand the map.