Man They Held Back, or, Nick Carter's Other Self e-bog

Excerpt: "e;"e;You'll pass for a Mexican in those togs, chief."e; "e;The 'togs,' as you call them, Chick, don't necessarily make any character. But there is nothing about a Mexican to distinguish him from other men except his costume, so I dare say I shall be a good-enough Mexican for the purpose."e; Nick Carter, the famous detective, regarded his reflection in the mirror rather disgustedly, and his speech came in angry jerks, unlike his usual calm, even tones. "e;You'll be masked, of course?"e; observed his assistant, Chickering. "e;Certainly. It is a masked ball. If it were not, I should have very little chance of catching my men. They would know me at once."e; "e;I hope they will be there."e; "e;They will, in all probability-unless they suspect that I may be on the lookout for them. But I wish the costumer hadn't made this mistake about my dress. I told him distinctly I wanted the uniform of a Spanish officer-a colonel, if he had it. Evidently he considered this rig-with the trousers split at the bottoms, and this big sombrero-was near enough, when he found he had not just what I ordered."e;"e;