"It wasn't on account of any wishes of ours, Dad," laughed Dick. "We fairly had the extra excitement thrust on us."
"I hope you've had a good time, my son, and supper is ready for you," remarked Mrs. Prescott practically.
"Run upstairs with your mother and have your meal," directed the elder Prescott. "I'll watch the store while your mother is thrilling over the doings of the week."
"Mother," was one of Dick's first questions upstairs, "did Dan's homing pigeon get back with our message?"
"Oh, yes."
"Then all you parents were easy about our safety."
"Quite. But I can't tell you how worried I was when I heard of your adventures with that terrible thief."
"He didn't bother us much, mother. We were small boys, but there were too many of us."
"But suppose he had shot one of you?"
"He didn't have any firearms, mother, until one of the officers made the mistake of throwing a pistol at him."