The thief, presumably the man called Dan, was sitting disconsolately on the bumper of the car, handcuffs about his wrists.
"We got him!" shouted Jack, in excitement, as the cars lumbered out of the bush. "Held him up just as he came out onto the road."
"Fine work!" applauded the sergeant, scrambling out. "This just about cleans up the gang—all except Clancy."
Dan looked up sharply.
"How do you know about Clancy?"
"Never mind. We know all about him. And he'll be behind the bars with the rest of you before long, if I'm not mistaken."
The trooper who had been in charge of the round-up came up at this juncture.
"Another, eh?" he said cheerfully. "Well, the little procession is growing. Better join the parade, boys."
He assigned one of the men to replace Dan at the wheel of the stolen car.
"We'll let you be a passenger, for a change," he said, motioning the thief to the back seat. "Guest of honor."
From Dan's expression, as he took his seat, he did not appreciate the compliment.
"You'd better come to town with us for the finish," called Frank to the Dodds.
"I wouldn't miss it for a farm," Jack said, as he scrambled into the roadster with them.
