Oh, I'm so
happy--and so grateful to you."
"But I didn't do anything," he protested, smiling whimsically, as they
turned to follow the soldiers and their prisoner. "I simply let the boys
do the work while I looked on."
"Goodness! what do we care how it happened as long as it did?" cried
Mollie happily. "Maybe now he'll see that he can't run down old ladies
promiscuously and get away with it."
"Not with girls like you on his trail," said the sergeant admiringly.
"But what are you going to do with him, now you've got him?" asked Grace,
repeating almost word for word the question Mollie had put only a few
minutes before. "I suppose we've got to get out some sort of definite
charge against him."
"Yes," said the sergeant thoughtfully. "We can put him in the guardhouse
up at camp till we have a chance to get the township authorities up here.
And," he added, turning to Betty, "I'd like to have an interview with that
old lady of yours, if you can manage it. We'll have to have her evidence,
you know."
"Oh, and isn't it lucky?" cried Betty, executing a little skip in her
excitement. "She told us only this morning that she was feeling perfectly
well again and would go away to-morrow. We were worrying ourselves sick
about it, but couldn't think up a single plan to keep her with us. And if
she had gone before this happened--" she stopped, overwhelmed by the mere
contemplation of the tragedy.
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