"Oh, Dick! Dick!" burst out poor Dora, and then sank into his arms, too weak to stand.
"Dora!" he murmured. "Oh, this is awful! Well, it shall never happen again, never!" And he pressed her to him.
"Oh, Tom, how glad I am that you came!" said Nellie as she clung to him.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?" demanded Dick.
"They carried us off—that was enough," answered Dora. "Oh, Sam, what of Grace?"
"It was Grace who told us," answered the youngest Rover. "She got away from them, you know."
"We hoped so, but we weren't sure. They wouldn't tell us about her," said Nellie. "Are you alone?"
"No, indeed; we have the sheriff and his posse with us. Every one of the rascals is under arrest."
"Good! It is what they deserve!"
"Have you got Mr. Crabtree?" faltered Dora.