"Of course, you'll get the reward," the Chief told the captain, as he reached for the telephone to notify the distracted father that his baby was safe. "I don't see it that way," the captain instantly retorted. "I didn't find her. It was that little girl. From what she says and you've just told me, if she hadn't taken the child and fled with her into the swamp, keeping her up in the trees, that fellow Grimes would have flung her in the bog two or three hours before the other fellows got there looking for her." "That's right," said the Chief. "I'll mention that to Wayne. What we've done has only been in the line of duty, just what we'd do for anybody in trouble." "That's right," echoed the captain. Connection with the Wayne establishment was quickly secured but the telephone was answered by the butler. Mr. Wayne was ill and unable to speak to anyone, he said. "Tell him," said the Chief, "that his little girl is safe, well, unharmed and happy down at police headquarters. I think that news will make him get well at once." No better restorative could have been administered to Harris Wayne. Within ten minutes after the message came over the wire he was on his way to town. A regiment of doctors and nurses could not have deterred him. When he dashed into the room at headquarters and saw little Doris in Mollie's arms his impetuous rush almost frightened the child. After her one glad cry of "Daddy!" she flung her arms about Mollie's neck as if fearing to be taken away. "Muh-Mollie! Muh-Mollie!" she repeated over and over. Mollie held her firmly, reluctant to release her even into her father's arms. Realizing that the baby she so adored was going to be taken from her and out of her sight, Mollie made one last desperate stand. "She wants me--an' I love her," she declared, with tears in her big, lustrous eyes. "Ef she hain't got no mammy she needs me ter look arter her, so's she won't git stol'd ag'in." But the father's thoughts were, for the moment, solely for his child. "That's all right about the reward, Chief," he found time to say. "Give it to this girl. She deserves credit. But give me my baby and let me get away. I'm all in." The baby was taken from Mollie's arms and given to her father. As he carried her from the room she waved her chubby hand in farewell. "Bye-bye, muh-Mollie--bye-bye, muh-Mollie!" Mollie buried her head in her hands and sobbed aloud. The lieutenant at the desk was speaking over the telephone. "Have they got the body?" he asked. "Yes. Black mustache, eh! You say Burke identified him as the fellow called Bailey? All right. Send down any letters or papers you may find on him." He turned to the Chief, who was trying to make friends with Leathy, for as yet none of the children would talk. The sight of Mollie in tears impressed them with the idea that she was being abused and they must each stand by her.