“No, sir.”
“Well, I won’t waste words with you. The police will give your case all the attention it deserves.”
Bob heaved a sigh. If arrested, how could he prove his innocence? The fact that he had been in Cabot’s at the time of the raid would not stand to his credit. Perhaps his story of being a prisoner would not be believed, especially if Casco, Barker, and the others escaped.
Bob meditated a dash for liberty, but before he could put it into execution the boy came back with a policeman.
“Caught one of ’em, have you, Mr. Olney?” said the officer, as he took Bob in charge.
“I have.”
In vain Bob tried to explain matters. The policeman would not listen, and the youth was hurried off to the station-house and thrust into a cell, to await a hearing in the morning.
He wondered what had been done at Cabot’s place, and if any of his enemies had been captured.
“If not, this will give them a good chance to clear out,” he said to himself, bitterly.