"Where's the boss?" demanded the official.
"Dost thee mean the worldly man with the red face, much given to profane speaking?"
"I guess that's him," laughed one of the subordinates.
"As I was returning from a meeting of the Friends with these good people," pursued the Quaker, indicating his companions, "we came upon this vehicle standing in the road, the horses being held by two men, who, when they saw us, ran into the woods towards the river."
"How were they dressed?" asked the chief officer.
"One of them had garments like thine, friend."
"That's our man, sure!"
"Very presently," resumed the Quaker, "came thy master, using much unseemly language, who, having heard our story, followed the men in the direction we indicated, begging that we guard this carriage till you came, and bidding us tell you to return with it to the town."
"Well, I guess the boss knows his own business best," said the leader of the party; "so we'd better be getting back to the station. I suppose you'll come and give your evidence."
"I am a man of peace," said the Quaker; "but if my testimony is required I and my friends will walk behind thee to the next town and give it."