“A barrel!” repeated Connorton.
“A large barrel,” asserted Paulson.
“Crazy as a loon!” declared Connorton.
“I should think so!” returned Paulson. “He ordered the barrel shipped to Niagara Falls.”
Connorton, large and lethargic as he was, almost jumped out of his chair. “Head him off! Head him off!” he cried. “Stop him! He’s going over the falls in a barrel. I knew he’d be up to some crazy thing.”
“Oh, he’s safe enough just now,” said Paulson.
“Where?” asked Connorton.
“At police headquarters.”
Connorton breathed more freely.
“He talked so wildly about what he was going to do,” pursued Paulson, “that the cooper notified the police.”