“Oh!” gasped Dan. “Who do you think you’ve got hold of, Somes?”
“Eh? Ye know me, do ye?” growled the constable. “Then, Mr. Bank Robber, you know that Josiah Somes ain’t to be fooled with.”
“I don’t want to fool with you when you act so careless with that pistol. Take that gun away!” cried Dan.
“Hold up your hands!” ordered Mr. Somes. “I’ve got to search you.”
By this time one of the other men in the strange automobile, had gotten out, and brought a lantern to the side of the maroon car. He flashed the light into the boy’s face, and at the same moment Dan recognized Hiram Baird, the cashier of the Farmers’ Bank.
“Mr. Baird!” gasped Dan. “Take him away, will you?”
“Dan Speedwell!” rejoined the cashier, in amazement. “Why, how is this?”
“One of them Speedwell boys!” cried Somes, glaring into Dan’s face, and dropping the pistol’s point, to Dan’s great relief.
“That’s certainly who it is,” said the cashier of the bank.
“Wa’al! It’s nothing more than I could expect,” said Somes, shaking his head. “Them boys are always racing around the country on them motor wheels of theirn—huh! Where’s the other robbers?” and he grabbed Dan by the collar.