While sitting in front of the hotel, about nine o'clock that evening, several gentlemen scrutinized us very sharply as they passed by. Among them happened to be an old friend whom we had known at Clyde. He asked what we had been doing that the authorities had a right to arrest us, adding that two men were at that very moment looking up an officer for that purpose. We gave immediate orders for our horse to be hitched up, and hastily informed our friend of the facts. He said there must be some reason for the Findlay authorities wanting us, as they had offered a reward of a hundred dollars for us, and twenty-five for the horse and buggy. We started west at a rapid gait. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and we had not traveled far till we saw coming after us two men on horseback, riding rapidly. We drove but a few rods farther when we came to a steep hill, at the bottom of which was a cross-road extending in both directions through the woods, and a large bridge crossing a river just west of the road-crossing. We drove down the embankment and under the bridge into the river, and there awaited the coming of the two men. They stopped on the bridge, and there held a consultation We heard one of them say: "I wonder which way the devils went, anyhow?" "Well," the other remarked, "they are traveling west, and it's quite likely they have crossed the bridge." Just as they were about to start again our horse pawed in the water, and at once attracted their attention. [Illustration: A "KICKER AND SQUEALER."] One of them stopped, and said; "Wait a minute. I heard a noise under the bridge." At this they both stopped, and, as we supposed, were about to make an investigation, when I dropped the reins, and raising my hands to my mouth, made a noise like the bellowing of a "critter." One of them said: "Oh, come on. It's nothing but a ---- old cow!" They then started across the bridge, greatly to our relief and satisfaction. After a few moments' delay we returned to the cross-roads, and started south, traveling but a short distance when we again turned west. We now began to realize that they were making it quite lively for us, and decided to sell the whole rig at any price. We drove to within about a mile of Norwalk, when I alighted and walked into the town for the purpose of finding a buyer. Frank drove to a small inland town eight miles south of Norwalk, where I agreed to meet him the next day. The following morning I met a middle-aged gentleman on the streets, and asked him if there were any horse-buyers in town. He asked what kind of horses I had for sale. I told him I only had one, and gave a description of the animal. He said he was buying horses, and would drive out with me and see if we could deal. He hitched up a pair of horses, and taking another gentleman with us, started south. Upon arriving at our destination, we found Frank quartered at a nice country hotel.