"So it does."
"I positively know nothing of that bag," cried Ralph, when confronted with it. "I never saw it before."
"You will have to go with me," returned Jack Rodman.
"Do you place me under arrest?" ejaculated Ralph.
"Hardly that. But you must go with me to the post office. There we will see what Mr. Hooker has to say. It is his affair—and the Government's."
"Oh, Ralph!" cried Mrs. Nelson, in alarm. "They think you are really one of the robbers!"
"I know it, mother. But I am not, and I do not see how they can hold me."
"You won't go along?" asked Uriah, quickly.
"Oh, yes, I will. I am not afraid of the consequences."
It was now drawing toward daylight, and after completing his hastily-made toilet, Ralph accompanied the constable and the others to the Westville post office.