“Jonadab grabbed me by the wrist. He was pale and shakin' all over. “'Oh, Lordy!' says he, 'we're took up. Will we have to go to jail, do you think?' “'I don't know,' I says, disgusted. 'I presume likely we will. Did you dream anything like this? You'd better see if you can't dream yourself out now.' Twas rubbin' it in, but I was mad. “'Oh! oh!' says he, flappin' his hands. 'And me a deacon of the church! Will folks know it, do you think?' “'Will they know it! Sounds as if they knew it already. Just listen to that.' “The first wagon full of prizes was bein' loaded in down at the front door, and the crowd outside was cheerin' 'em. Judgin' by the whoops and hurrahs there wa'n't no less than a million folks at the show, and they was gettin' the wuth of admission. “'Oh, dear!' groans Jonadab. 'And it'll be in the papers and all! I can't stand this.' “And afore I could stop him he'd run over and tackled the head policeman. “'Mister--Mister Cap'n,' he says, pantin', 'there's been a mistake, an awful mis--take--' “'That's right,' says the police cap'n, 'there has. Six or eight of you tin horns got clear. But--' Then he noticed who was speakin' to him and his mouth dropped open like a hatch. 'Well, saints above!' he says. 'Have the up-state delegates got to buckin' the ponies, too? Why ain't you back home killin' pertater bugs? You ought to be ashamed.' “'But we wa'n't gamblin'--me and my friend wa'n't. We was led in here by mistake. We was told that a feller named Kelly lived here and we're huntin' for a man of that name. I've got a message to him from his poor dead father back in Orham. We come all the way from Orham, Mass.--to find him and--' “The police cap'n turned around then and stared at him hard. 'Humph!' says he, after a spell. 'Go over there and set down till I want you. No, you'll go now and we'll waste no breath on it. Go on, do you hear!' “So we went, and there we set for ha'f an hour, while the rest of the gang and the blackboards and the paper slips and the telephones and Big Mike and his chair was bein' carted off to the wagon. Once, when one of the constables was beatin' acrost to get us, the police cap'n spoke to him. “'You can leave these two,' he says. 'I'll take care of them.' “So, finally, when there was nothin' left but the four walls and us and some of the police, he takes me and Jonadab by the elbows and heads for the door. “'Now,' says he, 'walk along quiet and peaceable and tell me all about it. Get out of this!' he shouts to the crowd of small boys and loafers on the sidewalk, 'or I'll take you, too.' “The outsiders fell astern, lookin' heartbroke and disapp'inted that we wa'n't hung on the spot, and the fat boss policeman and us two paraded along slow but grand. I felt like the feller that was caught robbin' the poorhouse, and I cal'late Jonadab felt the same, only he was so busy beggin' and pleadin' and explainin' that he couldn't stop to feel anything.