Barcoe Jenks, I remembered that I had met him when I was cast
away on Earthquake Island."

"And he says he can make diamonds?" asked Mr. Track.

"What did he want of you?" and the jeweler looked at Tom,
quizzically.

"He wanted to have a talk with me," replied the lad, "and when
he saw me in your store, he tried to attract my attention by
knocking on the glass."

"That's a queer way to do," declared Mr. Track. "What did he
want?"

"I don't know exactly," answered Tom, not caring to go into
details just then. "But I'm sure, Mr. Track, that you've got the
wrong person there. That lad never looked in the window, nor
knocked on the glass."

"That's right--I didn't," asserted the captive.

The jeweler looked doubtful.

"Why did you run?" he asked.

"I told you, I thought there was a fire."

"That's right, I don't believe he's the fellow you want," put
in another man. "I was standing on the corner, near White's