When this particular car struck those speed-killers, the two occupants were shot into the air with great violence. Coming down, the car seemed to meet them coming up, and the second and third bounces were worse than the first. Indeed, it was little short of remarkable that the florid-faced passenger succeeded in staying in the car at all. The driver, clinging desperately to the wheel, had a better chance, although he found it extremely difficult. And ahead of them the road undulated for a distance of several rods, like miniature waves of the sea. “Ugh! Woogh! Woosh!” spluttered the older man, clutching wildly at the bucking car. “What—in—Halifax! Shut her—unk!—down, Hitchens! Stop her!” Hitchens struggled to obey, finally succeeding in throwing the clutch and jamming on the brake. The wheels, locked, slid with a grinding sound that meant money in the pocket of some tire manufacturer, the car bobbed and hobbled over the ragged places, and the pursuing cloud of dust swooped down over them. When the dust settled a little and they could catch their breath again, they beheld a formidable, satisfied-looking man calmly mounting the right-hand running board. “I’m the deputy sheruff of this town,” announced the individual who had boarded them. “And you are took up for breaking the speed limit and defyin’ two regler authorized officers of the law.” CHAPTER V DISPENSING JUSTICE. The driver bristled with indignation. “It’s an outrage!” he cried. “We must get to Albion in time to catch the three-forty train. You can’t stop us.” “I’ve stopped ye already,” said Deputy Sheriff Newberry serenely. “Under the circumstances it don’t become you to tell me what I can’t do. You’ll be permitted to proceed on your way to Albion after Jedge Wiggin attends to your case. So you might as well soople down and take it calm.” “But you don’t understand, you don’t know who you’re holding up in this high-handed fashion. You are interfering with——” “Wait, Hitchens!” cut in the other man, giving a glance at his watch. “Never mind telling him who we are.” “’Tain’t necessary,” stated Newberry. “You’ll have to tell the jedge, anyhow.” “How long,” asked the man with the watch, “will it require to get through with this business so that we may go on. It is most important that we should get that train.” “Wull,” drawled the deputy, “if the jedge is around handy, and he don’t read you too long a lecture before he slaps on the fine, mebbe you’ll git started ag’in in half or three-quarters of an hour; ’tain’t likely to be more’n an hour, anyhow.” “Half an hour will make us miss the train. Can’t we fix it with you?” “Now take keer, take keer! Don’t you go for to offer no bribes to an officer of the law. I couldn’t take them nohow,” he added as Constable Small came hurrying up with Constable Buzzell wheezing and sniffling at his heels. “But,” protested Hitchens, “if you knew who——”