"Block the road," Mr. Nichols ordered. "It may be more of the gang."
A police car was turned crosswise in the highway. The oncoming automobile stopped just in time to avoid a crash. Officers instantly surrounded the car.
Penny, crowding near recognized the driver as Jerome Davis. Beside him crouched his daughter, Betty.
"What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Davis demanded.
His eyes swept the group and came to rest upon his own son who was in the custody of an officer.
"Jimmie!" he exclaimed. His shoulders sagged; his hands fell from the steering wheel. "I see I am too late," he murmured.
Betty sprang from the car and ran to her brother.
"Oh, Jimmie, how could you do it?" she cried brokenly. "How could you?"
Penny slipped her arm about the weeping girl and led her away.
"Why did you come here tonight, Betty?" she asked gently.