“Yes, sir.  I think he ought to be arrested,” said Snyder Appleby in reply to the sheriff’s question, “and if you refuse to perform that duty I shall take it upon myself to arrest him in the name of the New York and Western Railway Company of which I am the representative here.  I shall also take him back with me to the city where he will be dealt with according to his desserts by the proper authorities.”  Then turning to the members of his own party the self-important young secretary added:  “In the meantime I order you two men to guard this fellow and see that he does not escape, as you value your positions on the road.”

“You needn’t trouble yourself, Snyder, nor them either,” said Rod indignantly, “for I sha’n’t require watching.  I am perfectly willing to go to New York with you, and submit my case to the proper authorities.  In fact I propose to do that at any rate.  At the same time I want you to understand that I don’t do this in obedience to any orders from you, nor will I be arrested by you.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” replied Snyder, carelessly.  “So long as we get you there I don’t care how it is done.  Now, Mr. Sheriff,” he continued, “we have already wasted too much time and if you will take us to see the bold train robber whom you say this boy captured single-handed and alone, we will finish our business here and be off.”

“I didn’t say that he captured the train robber,” replied the sheriff.  “I stated that he overtook him, relieved him of his pistols, and recovered the stolen property; but I am quite certain that I said nothing regarding the capture of the robber.”

“Where is he now?” asked Snyder.

“I don’t know.  This lad left him lying senseless in the road, where he had been flung by a stolen horse, and went for assistance.  Being mistaken for the person who had appropriated the horse he was brought here.  In the meantime the train robber recovered his senses and made good his escape.  That is, I suppose he did.”

“Then why did you telegraph that you had the train robber in custody, and bring us here to identify him?” demanded Snyder sharply.

“I didn’t,” answered the sheriff, with a provoking smile, for he was finding great pleasure in quizzing this pompously arbitrary young man.  “I merely sent for a few persons who could identify the train robber to come and prove that this lad was not he.  This you have kindly done to my entire satisfaction.”

“What!” exclaimed Snyder.  “Did you suspect Rod, I mean this brakeman, of being the train robber?”

“I must confess that I did entertain such a suspicion, and for so doing I humbly beg Mr. Blake’s pardon,” replied the sheriff.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if he should prove to be connected with it, after all, for I believe him to be fully capable of such things,” sneered Snyder.

At this cruel remark there arose such a general murmur of indignation, and the expression of Rod’s face became so ominous that the speaker hastened to create a diversion of interest by asking the sheriff what had been done with the valuables recovered from the robber.

“They are in my safe.”

“You will please hand them over to me.”

“I shall do nothing of the kind,” retorted the sheriff, as he drew the stout leather bag from its place of security.  “I shall hand this bag, with all its contents, to the brave lad who recovered it, and entrust him with its safe delivery to those authorized to receive it.”

So saying, the sheriff handed the bag to Rod.

Snyder turned pale with rage, and snatching an unsealed letter from his pocket, he flung it on the table, exclaiming angrily:  “There is my authority for conducting this business and for receiving such of the stolen property as may be recovered.  If you fail to honor it I will have you indicted for conspiracy.”

“Indeed!” said the sheriff, contemptuously.  “That would certainly be a most interesting proceeding ­for you.”  Then to Rod, to whom he had already handed the bag, he said:  “If you decide to deliver this property to that young man, Mr. Blake, I would advise you to examine carefully the contents of the bag in presence of these witnesses and demand an itemized receipt for them.”

“Thank you, I will,” replied Rod, emptying the contents of the bag on the table as he spoke.

There was a subdued exclamation from the railroad men at the sight of the wealth thus displayed in packages of bills and rolls of coin.  Rodman requested the sheriff to call off the amount contained in each of these while he made out the list.  At the same time Snyder drew from his pocket a similar list of the property reported to be missing from the express messenger’s safe.

When Rod’s list was completed, Snyder, who had carefully checked off its items on his own, said:  “That’s all right so far as it goes, but where are the diamonds?”

“What diamonds?” asked Rod and the sheriff together.

“The set of diamond jewelry valued at seven thousand five hundred dollars, in a morocco case, that has been missing ever since the robbery of the express car,” was the answer.

“I know nothing of it,” said Rod.

“This is the first I have heard of any diamonds,” remarked the sheriff.

“Has the bag been out of your possession since the arrest of this ­person?” asked Snyder, hesitating for a word that should express his feelings toward the lad who had once beaten him in a race, but who was now so completely in his power.

“No, sir, it has not,” promptly replied the sheriff.

“You have opened it before this, of course?”

“Yes, I glanced at its contents when it was first placed in my keeping, but made no examination of them, as I should have done had not other important matters claimed my attention.”

“How long was the bag in your possession?” asked Snyder, turning to Rod.

“About half an hour, but-

“Was any one with you during that half hour?” interrupted the questioner.

“No; but as I was going to say-

“That is sufficient.  I don’t care to hear what you were going to say.  Others may listen to that if they choose when the proper time comes.  What I have to say regarding this business is, that in view of this new development I am more than ever desirous of delivering you into the hands of the proper authorities in New York.  I would also suggest that your short and brilliant career as a railroader has come to a disgraceful end more quickly than even I suspected it would.”

“Do you mean to say that you think I stole those diamonds?” demanded Rod, hotly.

“Oh, no,” answered Snyder.  “I don’t say anything about it.  The circumstances of the case speak so plainly for themselves that my testimony would be superfluous.  Now, Mr. Sheriff, as our business here seems to be concluded, I think we will bid you good-by and be moving along.”

“You needn’t bid me good-by yet,” responded the sheriff, “for I have decided to go with you.”

“I doubt if I shall be able to find room for you in my special car,” said Snyder, who for several reasons was not desirous of the sheriff’s company.

“Very well.  Then you will be obliged to dispense with Mr. Blake’s company also, for in view of the recent developments in this case I feel that I ought not to lose sight of him just yet.”