rs like the ghost's, didn't he?"

I didn't stop to reply, but grabbing my coat rushed away to
formulate some plan to get Bunch out of hock.

CHAPTER IV.

JOHN HENRY'S COUNTRY COP.

Ahead of me, plodding along the pike under the moonlight, were
Bunch and his cadaverous captor, the former bowed in sorrow or
anger, probably both, and the latter with head erect, haughty as a
Roman conqueror.

Bunch's make-up was a troubled dream. Over a pair of hand-me-down
trousers, eight sizes too large for him, he wore a three-dollar
ulster. On his head was an automobile cap, and his face was
covered with a bunch of eelgrass three feet deep. He was surely
all the money.

As I drew near I could hear Mr. Diggs expatiating on crime in
general and housebreaking in particular, and I fancied I could also
hear Bunch boiling and seething within.

[Illustration: Aunt Martha--a Short, Stout Bundle of Good Nature.]

"Mr. Buggular," Diggs was saying, "I don't know just what your home
trainin' was as a child, but they's a screw loose somewhere or
you'd a'never been brought to this here harrowful perdickyment,
nohow. I s'pose you jest started in nat'rally to be a heenyus
maleyfactor early in life, huh? You needn't to answer if you're
afeared it'll incrimigate you, but I s'pose you took to it when a
boy, pickin' pockets or suthin' like that, huh?"

"Oh, cut it out, you old goat, and don't bother me!" snapped Bunch,
just as I joined them.

"A dangerous maleyfactor," said Diggs to me, as he tightened his
grip on Bunch's arm; "but they ain't no call for you to assist the
course of justice, because if the dern critter starts to run I'll
pump him chuck full of lead. He's been a'tellin' me he started on
the downward path to predition as a child-stealer."

"I told you nothing, you old tadpole," shrieked Bunch, unable to
contain himself longer.

"Very well," said Harmony, soothingly, "they ain't no call for you
to say nothin' more that'll incrimigate you before the bar of
Justice. Steady, now, or I'll tap you with this here cane!"

"Brace up, good old sport; I'll get you out of this in a jiffy," I
whispered to Bunch at the first opportunity, and he gave me a
cold-storage look that chased the chills all over me.

Presently we arrived at the little brick structure which
Jiggersville proudly called its calaboose, and after much fumbling
of keys, Mr. Diggs opened the jackpot and we all stayed.

The yap policeman was for taking Bu