jail!"

"Don't you worry about him," Nat told her. "That fellow has the
faculty of making himself comfortable any place. Look at his nerve in
the Fire-Bird."

"We were lucky to have gotten away in time," reflected Tavia. "We
would scarcely have known how to entertain a lunatic."

"Oh, don't talk so!" Dorothy checked her. "I am so nervous and so
anxious about Ned."

"Now, Dorothy," declared Nat, "Ned is certainly all right, and will be
the first person to meet us when we alight from this chariot. Thunder,
but this is fun!"

The officers outside were talking of the strange capture. A reward had
been offered for the taking of the lunatic, for he had been at large
for some days, and now the bluecoats had just missed the capture.

While at the blacksmith's Ned and Nat had heard of the escape of
Anderson and so recognized him at once when they encountered him in
their car.

"I told you we would have three adventures," Tavia reminded Dorothy.

"And we are not home yet," added Nat, laughing.

The wagon rattled on, now and then clanging its gong to warn mere
"people," not to interfere with the law--to keep out of its way.

"We are in some village," said Dorothy, looking out the little glass
window at front, and seeing street lights along the way.

Presently a gang of urchins discovered the patrol wagon and as the
horses slowed up around a corner the youngsters tried to get on the
steps to catch a glimpse of the "prisoners."

"Look at that!" exclaimed Tavia, laughing. "Wonder what they think we
were taken up for?"

"Oh, I feel so queer about it," said Dorothy, plainly discomfited. "I
wish we could get out."

At that moment the wagon sprang forward, the horses having been urged
on, and before Nat had a chance to reply to Dorothy's wish they were
rattling on, at greater speed than had been attained during the entire
trip.

To reach Danvers jail the route was through Dalton, and now Tavia could
see Dalton houses, Dalton churches, and there was the postoffice block!
Surely the officer would not let them out right in the center!

"Here you are!" called the man at front, while the wagon stopped and
Nat saw they were in front of the bank, the most conspicuous spot in
all Dalton.

There was nothing for them to do but to alight of course, and, by the
time the officers had vacated the back step, and Nat put his foot on
it, a crowd of people surrounded the wagon--waiting to see the
"prisoners" get out.

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