“What you want,” he half grunted. From his tousled appearance he had evidently been asleep.
“We want to have a look through this house, and while we’re at it we want you,” answered Garry.
“Want me?” asked the man, surprised out of his drowsiness.
“Yes; you’re wanted for bail jumping down Portland way. The Gordon station and postoffice robbery, you know.”
“You policemen?” asked the man, who appeared dazed at the knowledge of the boys concerning him.
“No, we’re not policemen, but we’re going to take a look through this house and then take you back to the village,” said Garry firmly.
“Where’s your warrant?” demanded the tramp.
“Haven’t got one,” returned Garry promptly.
“Then you can’t do anything with me,” announced the man, becoming bolder.
“Oh, yes we can. We’re officers of the state, and besides, any citizen can apprehend a criminal and turn him over to an officer. Now speak up lively and tell us if there is a girl being held prisoner in this house.”