“I was just going to see you.”
“Humph, that’s a likely story! Guess you knowed I was comin’ after you.”
“No, I did not,” replied Dan, “but I was going to tell you about the robbery—at least what I know.”
“He’s goin’ to confess!” whispered Constable Walker. “I guess he knowed I was after him.”
“You’d better come down,” advised Constable Wolff.
“I’m going to.”
As Dan slid to the ground the bundle he had tied to his back slipped from the string. The package struck the hard earth and burst open, revealing his clothes, shoes and clean collar.
“Ha! I knowed it!” cried Jacob Wolff. “We come jest in time! He was all packed up ready to escape! Dan Hardy, I arrest you in th’ name of th’ law!” and he grasped the boy by the collar of his coat.
“Arrest me? What for?” and poor Dan became quite alarmed.
“Oh, you know what for, you jest confessed it.”