“Look here!” he cried. “This is an outrage. I’m a peaceable, law-abiding citizen, and——” “Oh, come off!” cried one of the invaders. “You’re a swindling old hypocrite, you are!” “Where are those crooks who came up here yesterday?” asked Harry. “I mean Burke, Collins and Van?” Scraggs looked desperate. “I don’t know ’em!” he said. “Come now, that lie won’t save you. Search the place, men! We’ll find them and——” Harry ceased talking. Old King Brady had appeared. In a moment the two detectives were comparing notes. “I reached Paine’s all right,” said Harry, “and the girl is safe. It took a long while to get these men together.” “Too bad!” said Old King Brady. “For our birds are gone!” “Gone?” gasped the young detective. “Yes.” “Where?” “For the nearest railway station. But I think we can overtake them.” “We must do so!” cried the young detective. “We have staked too much to lose now.” “You are right we have. But one of our men is still here!” “Who?” “Napoleon Blood!” “The old scoundrel! I have the town constable with me. We will arrest him and Scraggs, too.” “Very good!” “Paine will look out for Miss Grimm until we want to take her back to New York. Everything is working all right.” “Splendid! Let us then give chase to the trio at once!” Scraggs was arrested at once and easily frightened into revealing the hiding place of Blood. The latter was handcuffed and left in the care of the constable. Then the Bradys organized the party to pursue the trio. The best men in the party were selected. Only those with snowshoes were taken. Then the pursuit began. It was now almost daylight. There was little difficulty in following the trail of the fugitives. But as they went on the Bradys were impressed with one startling fact. The villains had made wonderfully rapid progress through the snow. It was not so easy to overtake them. At six o’clock it was daylight. This brought the party to a railroad track. It was cleared of snow and far down the line a semaphore was seen. The station was just around the curve and the Bradys pushed on. “Perhaps they are in the station waiting for a train,” said Harry. “In that case,” declared Old King Brady, “we had better deploy and surround the place.” This was done. Gradually the party of searchers drew in about the railway station. They finally reached the platform. The station agent had just come out. He stared at them. “What’s this?” he asked. “Do you want a train?” “We want three men who are here waiting for a train,” said Old King Brady. “Where are they?” “I am sorry,” replied the station agent, “but they are gone!” “Gone?” “Yes. They left on the five-forty train for Boston.” The Bradys were beaten. There was nothing left but to return to the asylum. There was no use in wiring ahead to make the arrest in Boston, for the train had reached that city long ere this. So back to the asylum they went. The case against Scraggs was left in the hands of the local constable.