A sight met the eyes of the two when they reached the scene which nearly knocked them over. Their comrades were staring in consternation at a group of half a dozen lads who were facing them. They were cadets! Yearlings! Rogers and his crowd!
“By the nine immortals!” gasped the astounded Parson. “By the hundred hands of Gyas and the hundred gates of Thebes! How on earth did you come here?”
The yearlings, on their part, were likewise amazed, too much amazed to answer; it was the sheriff who spoke.
“We came up here to arrest you,” he said.
“Arrest us!” gasped the Parson.
“Arrest us!” echoed the others.
“Thank Heaven that you did!” Mark added. “For you saved our lives.”
“Yea, by Zeus!” added the Parson, feeling his throat.
“Bless my soul! yes!” chimed in Indian, spitting a few more rags out of his mouth.
“Look here!” demanded the sheriff, “who was that crazy man, anyhow?”