“Whoa!” came the stern mandate, as Ben turned into the street where he had appropriated the rig.
A police officer had suddenly run out into the street, and halting in front of the horse, waved his arms strenuously. The animal paused and reared, and Ben was nearly thrown from his seat.
“Looking for you,” remarked the officer, gazing sternly at Ben. “Horse thief, eh?”
“Oh, dear no!” smiled Ben.
“You stole this rig.”
“No, I only took it—in fact, borrowed it for a few minutes.”
“That don’t go down,” observed the officer.
“Why you find me getting back to the place where I found the rig, quick as I can, don’t you?” challenged Ben.
The officer got up into the seat and ordered Ben to drive to the police station. Ben was annoyed, and a trifle anxious. They had not proceeded more than two squares, however, when they met the seeming owner of the rig coming towards them.
“I’ve got him,” announced the officer.