city.

"You have caught me by a dirty, shabby trick, but you will never lay
your hands on Jim Cummings," he boasted.

To this Chip replied with a smile, "We'll see, Daniel, we'll see. Make
yourself comfortable, for you will stay here a good long time, my cock
robin."

A growl and a curse was all that Dan deigned to answer, and turning on
his heel Chip left the prison.

Mr. Pinkerton, who had received almost daily reports of what had
occurred, which reports Chip had contrived to mail through some one of
the detectives disguised as cowboys, now telegraphed that he would be in
Kansas City the following night. Chip and Sam met him at the railway
station and he accompanied them to Chip's room.

A full and detailed recital of all that occurred was given him by his
subordinates, who then put the case in his hands.

"Boys," he said, "we must get one of these men, either Cook or
Moriarity, to squeal."

"They are both afraid of Jim Cummings, I can see that in every word they
speak," said Chip, "they would rather go to Jefferson City than to turn
State's evidence."

"We must work on them in some other manner, then. Sam," turning to the
detective, "are you a good hand at forgery?"