"Is it possible they can be such fools? Come with me, and we'll see if it isn't possible to beat some sense into their stupid heads."
Jet did not want to waste the time; but since he could make no good excuse, there was nothing for it but to comply, and the two started at once.
On arriving at the jail, the turnkey informed them that it was against orders to admit any one after dark; but he intimated that the matter might be arranged with any one of the constables who had brought the prisoners there.
"Then it won't take us long to fix it," the manager said, as he beckoned Jet to follow him, and when they were in the open air again, he added: "Barker will see that we get in."
"Who is he?"
"Why, Jabe Barker, the constable who wants to take the company on the road."
Jet made no reply, but congratulated himself on thus having the house pointed out to him without any questions on his part.
A walk of ten minutes brought them to quite a large residence on the outskirts of the village, and the manager said:
"That's where he lives, and I'm told he owns the entire property, so you see we'll have a capitalist to back us."
"I guess I'd better not go any farther with you," Jet said, half-apologetically, as he halted.