Men rushed to the spot. From the upset carriage they dragged Inza Burrage, somewhat hysterical, yet practically unharmed. Likewise they pulled out the young chap who had tried to carry her off in such a crazy manner. He had been stunned, and made no resistance.
It was Fred Fillmore.
The village constable came bustling up while men and boys were at work extricating the uninjured horse.
“What’s this mean?” he demanded. “Who’s guilty of breakin’ the law here? Somebody’s goin’ to git arrested.”
“I opine there’s your man, officer,” said Buck Badger, pointing at Fillmore. “He’s either a criminal or a lunatic, and either way he should be taken into custody. That’s whatever.”
Hodge tried to reach Fillmore.
“The whelp!” he cried. “He——”
The constable seized the desperate young man.
“I arrest you in the name of the law!” he cried.