Looking up he saw the blacksmith bending over him.
"What are you doing, you scoundrel?" he cried, apparently preparing for a second attack.
"Who are you?" growled the intruder.
"I'm not a boy, and I'm more than a match for you!"
"Let me go!" said the other, beginning to find a retreat advisable.
"Not till I see who you are. Gerald, light the lamp; I want to take a look at this man's face."
The burglar struggled to rise, but he was as helpless in the grasp of the stalwart blacksmith as Gerald had been in his.
Gerald lighted the lamp and held it near the ill-favored countenance of the visitor.
"Aha, I know you!" said Alonzo Crane. "You are the man who broke into a store in Hillsdale last week. You got away from us then, but now I mean to have a settlement with you."
"Let me go this time and I won't take anything."