"I want you, Tim," said Mr. Headley.
"Me!" gasped Tim.
"Get your cap, and come along."
"What for?"
"I'll tell you when you get to the jail."
Tim drew a long breath, and went back for his cap.
"Who is it, Tim?" asked his father.
But Tim made no reply, and instead of returning to the front door, he took his cap and sneaked out through the back room. The woods were close by, and the hope of escaping inspired him with new courage. Throwing open the back door, he rushed out.
"So, so! my fine fellow!" exclaimed the constable, who stood before the door, and into whose arms he had thrown himself as he leaped down the doorsteps. "This is your plan, is it? We'll give you the ruffles, then."
So saying, Mr. Headley took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, and fastened them upon Tim's wrists.