The shots, noise, fight and general excitement, had brought a crowd rushing to the spot. There was a policeman among them.
But they arrived too late to be of any assistance.
Rushing up to the Bradys officiously, the panting policeman asked:
"What's the matter here?"
"Nothing," replied Harry.
"Do you call that nothing?" asked the policeman, grabbing the boy.
"Here—you!" exclaimed Old King Brady, showing his badge. "Let go that detective and ring up the wagon so we can run in these prisoners. Step lively now, and don't try to be too smart."
"Detective?" asked the policeman.
Harry showed his badge.
The policeman wilted, and the crowd laughed at him.