“What’s all this? I say, you three, what are you up to?”
The policeman came on a run. A group of soldiers passing on bicycles, flung the machines aside and came dashing at us. The giant stood suddenly docile.
“Officer, these young men attacked me.”
“He’s a liar!” Don shouted. “Watch him! He might be armed—don’t let him get away from you!”
The law surrounded us. “Here’s my weapon,” said Don. “Bob, give up your revolver.”
In the turmoil Don plucked the policeman aside.
“I’m nephew of the Honorable Arthur Dorrance. Take us to your chief. I made that uproar to catch that big fellow.”
The name of the Honorable Arthur Dorrance was magic. The policeman stared at our giant captive who now was surrounded by the soldiers.
“But I say—”
“Take us all in and send for Mr. Dorrance. He’s at the Government House.”