‘Gee, I wonder!’ exclaimed Pud. ‘But he said we could see him either to-day or to-morrow, didn’t he? Maybe he forgot about it being Sunday, though.’ ‘I’ll bet he did. So what’s the good of stopping here? He wouldn’t expect us to wait until Monday, Pud.’ ‘No, but’――Pud looked at his watch and then at a vanishing trolley car――‘but it’s only twenty minutes past four. We’ll go and see him now! It won’t take long to get there by trolley, Tim!’ ‘Oh, gosh!’ muttered Tim. A few minutes later, leaving Harmon in charge of operations, they went. A ten-minute ride took them to their destination and a friendly but curious conductor directed them. He had wanted to know, when Pud had asked for the sheriff’s office, if they were going to give themselves up! They found the Court-House easily and made their way along a corridor until a tin sign over a glass-paneled door brought them to a halt. Pud didn’t know whether to knock or enter without knocking, so he compromised by rapping his knuckles once and turning the knob at the same instant. Tim followed inside looking so much like a criminal that Sheriff Bowker would have been justified in arresting him on suspicion! ‘Well, hello, hello!’ greeted Mr. Bowker. ‘Come in, boys, and make yourselves at home!’ He removed his legs from a corner of his desk and arose to pull a couple of chairs forward from the row that stood along one wall. ‘Well, you got here pretty quick, didn’t you? I just heard from――Wait a minute, though. I’d better see if I can get Mr. Hosford. Maybe he’s gone home a’ready, but if he hasn’t――’ The sheriff took up the telephone and, while Pud and Tim stared about the rather bare and not too clean room, engaged in a brief conversation with some one. The sheriff’s pleased announcement into the mouthpiece to the effect that ‘they’re here, if you want to see ’em’ brought no joy to Tim. The conversation appeared to satisfy the sheriff, though, for he beamed when he had hung up again. ‘Well, that’s all right,’ he declared, rubbing his big hands together. ‘He’s coming right over. Lucky you didn’t turn up five minutes later, for he was just going home.’ ‘Who, sir?’ asked Pud. ‘Mr. Hosford. He’s president of――never mind now, though. He’ll be here in a jiffy. I was going to tell you that I just got word from Police Headquarters that Kinsey nabbed his men about two o’clock, boys! Quick work, eh?’ ‘Really?’ exclaimed Pud. ‘Lank and Cocker and――and the other one?’ ‘All three, and a boatload of stuff, too, he says. They were in that power-boat of Tally Moore’s down near Trowman’s Landing, this side of Mumford. Reckon they were meaning to go ashore there. I ain’t heard the particulars yet. Well, I reckon Tally’ll be glad to get his boat back.’ ‘Was there――was there any fighting, sir?’ asked Pud. ‘I didn’t hear. Kinsey had three men with him, though, in the police launch, so I guess those fellows didn’t kick up much. Quick work, I’ll say!’