It was not the fact of his own peril that had wrought him up to the point of breaking, but the thought that it might be necessary for him to take a human life.
It seemed to the boy that there was displeasure half hidden in the leader's manner as he conferred with the messenger.

He did not appear to approve of the interruption.
"Why didn't you tell me that you had made a mistake and taken the wrong boy ?" he demanded, then turning to the men.

"Why didn't you tell me this was not Nestor ?" The men made no reply except that one of them grumbled that they had captured the boy whose description they had been given, and the leader turned to Fremont.
"Why didn't you declare your identity ?" he demanded.
"I had no reason to believe that anything I could say would be credited," was the cool reply.

"You saw fit to disbelieve what I said about the papers." "What is your name ?" the other asked, laying a hand on the boy's arm.
Fremont remained silent, but the messenger stepped forward and declared that he knew the fellow well by sight, and that his name was George Fremont.
"Is that true ?" demanded the renegade, and Fremont nodded.
Somehow it seemed to Jimmie that the renegade expected the answer that he had received, and that he way angry with the messenger for bringing out the boy's name.

At any rate he glanced furtively at his men as the name was mentioned.
"And so," he said, then, "you are the boy wanted in New York for attempted murder and robbery?
The boy with a reward of $10,000 on his head.".