"As long as you live in High Ridge I'll
see you part way home," he added drily.
"Yes, sir," exclaimed the man, it seemed almost joyously. He set out
immediately, Harold following close at his heels.
"You two better go home," Harold called to Bob and Hugh as he walked off
down the track.
"All right," called Bob, and then he turned to his friend. "We'll take
our time," he announced.
"Sure," agreed Hugh. "Who do you think that man was?"
"I don't know, but he did act sort of queer I thought. Probably Harold
was wise to arrest him."
"What'll they do with him?"
"Oh, lock him up probably," said Bob carelessly. "I guess some officer
will question him and if he's all right he'll be let go; otherwise I
don't know what will happen to him."
"How about the canoe?" suggested Hugh.
"You mean, shall we go on to the boathouse?"
"Yes."
"The other end of the bridge is probably guarded too," said Bob. "We
would be held up there and maybe be arrested ourselves." He peered
earnestly down the track which led over the bridge to Rivertown on
the opposite bank.
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