“There, now!” mimicked Hank Butts, turning on his heel.
A roar of laughter came from Mr. Seaton, Tom, Joe and two or three of the bystanders who had followed outside.
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
“I’m sorry, young man,” said Powell Seaton, resting a hand on Dawley’s collar, “but the chief of police wants to see you.”
“I’m not arrested, am I?” demanded the soft-voiced one, in a tone of great alarm.
“I think not. But come along. The chief wants to see you in the office.”
There they found Hunter and his manacled prisoner, who had been carried into the office just as he sat on the chair.