“What does this mean?” he exclaimed, in utter amazement, recoiling from his fair companion.
With his unoccupied hand the detective threw back the veil which concealed his face.
“Mike Hogan,” he said, “I’ve caught you at last.”
“Who are you?” gasped the tramp and burglar.
“I am Perkins, the detective!”
It was a name that Mike Hogan knew well, though Andy had never heard of it. He started to tear himself away, but the iron grip was not disturbed.
“Surrender, or it will be all over with you,” exclaimed Perkins, sternly.
Mike Hogan turned for help to his companion, but at the dreaded name Bill had escaped into the woods.
“I surrender,” said the tramp, doggedly.
With Andy’s help, handcuffs were put on the captive, and he was hoisted into the back part of the buggy. The horse’s head was turned, and Andy drove back to Cranston, where there was a jail.