A moment later they were
off the road and in the dense shadow of the hedge.
"Is he still in the barn, Mr. Austin?" demanded the man in the buggy.
"I am positive he is. No human being could get away from that dog of
mine." Crosby chuckled audibly, and Mrs. Delancy with difficulty
suppressed a proud giggle.
"Well, we might as well go up and get him then. Do you think he's a
desperate character?"
"I don't know anything about him, Davis. He says he is a lawyer, but his
actions were so strange that I thought you'd best look into his case. A
night in the jail won't hurt him, and if he can prove that he is what he
says he is, let him go to-morrow. On the other hand, he may turn out to
be a very important capture."
"Oh, this is rich!" whispered Crosby excitedly. "Austin is certainly
doing the job up brown. But wait till he consults Swallow, the
infallible; he won't be so positive." For a few minutes the party of men
at the gate conversed in low tones, the listeners being able to catch
but few of the words uttered.
"Please let go of my arm, Mrs.
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