The slick-looking individual was thoroughly startled, for he had not dreamed that the countryman would get on his track so soon. He turned and looked at the man and also at Joe, and his face fell. "Wha--what are you talking about?" he stammered. "You know well enough what I am talking about," answered Josiah Bean, wrathfully. "I want my money, every cent o' it,--an' you are a-goin' to jail!" "Sir, you are making a sad mistake," said the swindler, slowly. "I know nothing of you or your money." "Yes, you do." "Make him get off the car," put in Joe. "Boy, what have you to do with this?" asked the swindler, turning bitterly to our hero. "Not much perhaps," answered Joe. "But I'd like to see justice done." "I want that money," went on the countryman, doggedly. "Come off the car." He caught the swindler tighter than ever and made him walk to the sidewalk. By this time a crowd of people began to collect. "What's the trouble here?" asked one gentleman. "He's robbed me, that's what's the matter," answered the countryman. "He has got six hundred dollars o' mine!" "Six hundred dollars!" cried several and began to take a deeper interest. "Gentleman this man must be crazy. I never saw him before," came loudly from the swindler. "That is not true!" cried Joe. "He was with the man who lost the money. I saw them together yesterday." "I am a respectable merchant from Pittsburg," went on the swindler. "It is outrageous to be accused in this fashion." "Somebody had better call a policeman," said Joe. "I'll do dat," answered a newsboy, and ran off to execute the errand. As the crowd began to collect the swindler saw that he was going to have difficulty in clearing himself or getting away. He looked around, and