He was cast into gaol by the chief constable with looks of professional pride and triumph.
“Got one of the scoundrels, any how!” said he.
Wet and exhausted as he was, and presenting a very sorry sight, Master Jonas was thrust into a cell.
The villagers crowded around him and gazed through the prison bars, with gaping mouths, as if they were looking at some strange, half-tamed animal in a travelling menagerie.
But what has become of his master, Colonel Blood?
The next chapter will show.
CHAPTER XI.
THE ABDUCTION—THE SKELETON DANCE—THE PURSUIT—HORRIBLE DOINGS IN THE VILLAGE.
The sounds which Colonel Blood had heard for a moment aroused his bold spirit, and as he crossed the mill bridge, slowly and calmly, he resolved upon arriving at some explanation concerning it.