A carriage was approaching, containing three men. As it drew closer Dick saw that one of the men wore a shining badge on his coat and carried a policeman's club.
"Want me here?" he cried, on catching sight of the youth.
"Are you a policeman?"
"I am."
"Then come right in."
The policeman and the other two men followed Dick into the house. The youth took them first to where Josiah Crabtree lay.
"There is a man who escaped from the jail at Plankville. He tried to get out of a garret window and had a fall. I guess his leg is broken."
"If that's the case, he won't need much watching from me," replied the policeman, grimly.
"The other two rascals who were with him got away, after hitting my brother with a footstool and hurting him quite badly. Here he is. Can I get a doctor anywhere around here?"
"Doctor Martin lives up the road about half a mile," said the man who had driven the carriage.