“Mr. Norton!” I finally gasped.
“Reuben!” he replied.
“What does this mean?” demanded Yates.
He tried to act coolly, but it was not much of a success.
“It means that we have come to Chester to have you arrested,” put in Ford.
“Arrested!”
“Exactly; you must consider yourselves prisoners.”
And he called out at the top of his voice,—
“Police! police!”
“This will never do!” cried Mr. Norton. “I am not to be captured in this fashion.”