"How is she going?" asked Sam, from behind.
"Fine! How is that prisoner?"
"As mad as a hornet," and there was a chuckle in Sam's tone.
It was not long before they came in sight of Plankville, and Dick slowed down a little. He ran directly up to the hotel, where several men were on the point of separating for the night.
"I want to get some officers of the law," he cried. "Where can I find them?"
"Well, you've got one of 'em right here," answered one of the men, stepping forward. "What do you want?"
"Who are you?"
"I am Jackson Fells, and I happen to be sheriff of this county."
"The sheriff!" burst out Dick. "Just the man I'd like to meet. Sheriff, I've got a prisoner for you, and I want you to raise a posse as quickly as you can and round up five or six other persons."
"Eh, what? A prisoner?" cried the sheriff. "Where is he?"
"Tied up good and tight inside the car. Tell me where to take him, will you?"
"Hum! Well, I guess you better take him over to my office first and we'll look into this," said the
