"I have a warrant for your arrest as a member of the most dangerous gang of counterfeiters that has ever operated in this section of country, and I want you to go with me to the county jail, which will be only a stopping-place on your journey to State-prison." "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr.Sheriff, and obliged for your courtesy," said Billy Brackett, politely.

"Now if you will do me the favor to read the names mentioned in your warrant, I shall have nothing further to request." "William Gresham, _alias_ Gilder, _et al._," replied Mr.Riley.
"Good.

But suppose I can prove to you that I am not the person you take me to be, and that my name is neither Gresham nor Gilder, _et al._, but that I am a civil engineer, William Brackett by name, brother-in-law of Major Caspar, whom I am certain you must know, and that you are making a rather sizable mistake in connection with this business.

Supposing, also, I state that I am just now engaged on an important mission which will not admit of delay, and that in case you insist on taking me to jail, I can and will make you suffer, even to the extent of losing your office." By this time Billy Brackett was standing up, while Bim, reluctantly obeying his stern command, lay motionless at his feet.

The men of the Sheriff's posse had ceased to level their guns at the young engineer, and even Mr.Riley was so impressed with this bold attitude and declaration of innocence that he consented to come inside the hut and examine the papers offered for his inspection.