Bob dropped into a chair.
"Well, as I wired you, Dacie and Lyman have landed your men. I recognized the fellow who came to Seaver Bay for water the instant I set eyes on him. He recognized me, too, and knew the game was up. It seems, though, that he and his pal are wanted in California on a prior charge. A big burglary, I think it is. Anyway, they have got to be taken out there and tried first. In the meantime our complaint can be lodged against them and——"
"Aren't we to have the fun of jailing them after all?" asked Dick in dismay.
"They will be jailed, never fear," returned Bob. "They will get a stiff sentence, too, I imagine."
Mr. Crowninshield was silent and his wife now glanced toward him.
"Are you disappointed, Archibald?" inquired she.
"I guess," responded he slowly, "that is a good way out of our dilemma. The villains will be carried far away from this vicinity and will without doubt get all that's coming to them. What more can we ask? We've won the game—taken every trick and made a clean sweep of the whole business. Now that I've got Lola home I don't much care about the rest of it. What do you say we let well enough alone and drop it?"
"I should say that with every day of your life you were growing wiser, my dear," answered his wife softly.
FINIS.
