"I'm King's prisoner, not yours, remember," said he, with a hard laugh, "and you'll put it in your report that I helped you capture Pete and Whipple. Now don't lose any more time. Those two men are pretty clever, and you'll have to nab them quick if you want to be sure of them."
By a most opportune circumstance, a two-seated carriage containing Harris and two other officers, and Carl, came whipping along the road at that moment. Carl and Harris stared in open-mouthed amazement when they saw Brady. Then they tumbled from the carriage and raced for the little group by the trees.
"Where did you capture Brady?" demanded Harris.
"He captured himself," replied Matt. "Dropped off a freight train and gave himself up."
"The dickens he did!"
"Vell, donnervetter!" put in Carl. "For vy you knock me ofer to ged avay den, oof you come pack?"
"I had pressing business, Dutchy," said Brady, rattling the gyves, "and didn't want you to interfere with me. You'd better let Graydon take me to La Grange in that carriage, Harris, and then on to South Chicago. I've done about all I can, and you officers are to do the rest. You can go to River Forest in the air ship, along with Matt, and those other two officers can sail along with you. You may need even more help, for Pete and Whipple are strongly entrenched."
"Pete and Whipple?" echoed Harris blankly.
"I've located them, and told Matt and the rest where to go. Caspar's house, in River Forest——"
"You know the house, don't you, Harris?" queried Graydon.