Excerpt: ...and a half hour later started on his way, riding one of the horses. The lock purchased, Jimmy, in an unfrequented part of town, was just preparing to mount for his homeward journey, when a rude hand was suddenly laid on his shoulder. Jimmy turned about quickly and looked into the smiling face of Jones. "You listen to me, son," said Jones. "We haven't been able to get together so far, but I still think I can make it worth your while to do what I ask." "I don't want anything to do with you," replied Jimmy. 127 "Come, now," said Jones, "don't be stubborn. Come with me to where we can talk without fear of being overheard." Jimmy hesitated. "Perhaps I can learn something," he told himself. Aloud he said: "All right." Jones smiled and led the way down the street. He turned in the door of what appeared to be a small hotel, and walked up the steps, Jimmy following. Jones went into a little room, and drew two chairs up to the table that stood in the center. "Now we can get down to business," he said. Jimmy sat down, and at that moment the door opened again and a newcomer appeared upon the scene. He was young, but large and apparently very strong. He took a seat at the table without a word. Then Jimmy noticed for the first time that his hand was tightly bandaged. "This, Dick," said Jones to the newcomer and indicating Jimmy, "is the youngster who put the bullet through your hand." Dick jumped up. "Is that so," he cried. "Then I have a score to settle with him." He advanced toward Jimmy, but Jones stopped him. "Not now," he said; "at any rate, not if he will do my bidding." 128 Dick sat down again. "Now," said Jones to Jimmy, "I am going to give you one last chance to do as I have asked. I am willing yet to pay the stipulated amount. However, in case you refuse, I might as well tell you that I shall use other means. Gabriel must not win the Derby. In offering you the chance I have, I am simply...