I've been working
on him for a long time, but you knocked the persimmon at last."
"You had me guessing," said Ted. "When I got that note that was slipped
into my pocket in St. Louis I ought to have guessed that it was you, but
you are so clever at disguise that you always fool me."
"But you've never fooled me yet," was the reply. "I've banked on you
every time, and every time you've come back with the goods."
"But who was the young lady who slipped me the note?"
"My sister, who is a very clever girl detective, as you may know some
day."
After the boys had made secure the three men at the head of the train
robbers' syndicate, they went to the cabin in which Ted had so nearly
lost his life, and secured the rest of the robbers.
Next morning at daylight they found the body of Checkers lying beside
the fatal red car not far from the scene of the holdup. He had been
killed by a stray shot fired by one of his own men.
Thus was the train robbers' syndicate wiped out through the acumen and
courage of Ted Strong, and the loyal backing of his comrades.
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