them that some of the rascals to be rounded up were desperate characters.
"We don't want any of them to get away," said the oldest Rover boy. "We want to make each one a prisoner."
"Don't you worry, young man, they won't get away from me," answered the sheriff. "I used to be on the New York force before I moved out here, and I know that class of scoundrels. I know that old stone house, and when we get there we'll fix a plan to bag every one of 'em."
All were soon in the touring car, and once more Dick put on the speed. They ran so fast it made the constable chuckle.
"Gee whizz!" he murmured. "We're exceedin' the speed limit, Sheriff! Don't you think I'd better hop out an' arrest the bunch?"
"'Necessity knows no law,'" quoted the county official. "Just the same, young man, don't you land us head up in a ditch!" he added, to Dick.
The boys were on the watch, and presently saw the field from which they had come and steered into it. Then they ran into the woods and brought the car to a standstill just where it had been before.
"Now, I think you had better be as quiet as possible," said Dick.
