The girl stared uncomprehendingly as the man talked: “Dad! Arrested!” she managed to gasp, when the man paused, “And, for hooch-running! You’re crazy! Why, if you knew dad!” “We’ve got the goods on him, all right,” answered the man, “I’m sorry, Miss--if you didn’t know. But he done it. Sold a bottle of hooch to an Injun. Shall I wait, or are you comin’?” “Yes, of course I’m coming! Just a minute. I’ll tell you, though, you’ve made an awful mistake! It’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard of!” Ten minutes later Lou Gordon stood in the corridor of the jail and listened to her father’s outpouring of wrath. Stamping up and down in the narrow confine of his cell, the old man bitterly condemned the police and vociferously asserted his innocence. “Of course, you are innocent, dad!” cried the girl. “There has been a mistake--an awful mistake--somewhere.” “’Tis no mistake!” roared the old man, “’Tis a frame-up--to make us lose the race! They locked me up because they’re afraid to let me drive that race! I ain’t be’n in here two hours for nothin’! I’ve thought it all out! A dirty trick! That’s what it is--an’ the judge, an’ the whole town is in on it! They say I can’t get bail till after the race! Don’t that prove it? But--you’ve got to get bail--lass! I’ve got to drive that race! Go out an’ show ’em up, lass! Surely there must be someone in the town that will stand for fair play. Go long now, an’ get me out! Go to the mayor! Go to someone! Go to everybody!” he cried, excitedly, “An’ tell ’em what’s comin’ off!” While the old man raved, a new train of thought coursed through the girl’s brain, and as soon as possible she quitted the place, promising to see what she could do. And, as she hurried toward the hotel, she smiled, and in the privacy of her own room the smile broadened, and became an audible chuckle: “Poor old dad!” she murmured, as she rearranged a wind-tossed strand of hair before her mirror, “It will be hard on him, but I guess he’ll have to stay right where he is until after the race--then I’ll bail him out with my own money! Whoever it was that had him arrested certainly solved my problem for me. I just know that horrible Dalzene is at the bottom of it. He thinks it will spoil our chance of winning if dad don’t drive. But, why should he care? He’s not in the race. Just spite, I suppose, because we beat him at Nolan. If he only knew!” and the words trailed into a silvery laugh.