As it was he managed to keep the
doctor's car in sight for a considerable distance.
And then, so suddenly that it seemed like a trick of fate, something
occurred which completely turned the tables in favor of Sandy. The
fleeing man in the auto found himself behind a load of hay, that
occupied a considerable part of the road. Sandy was close enough to
hear the frantic tooting of the horn, but either the driver of the
hay wagon did not hear, or he had a constitutional objection to
autoists, for he did not pull out.
Thus the strange man was obliged to turn to one side and, unluckily
for him, but luckily for Sandy, there was a roadside ditch at that
point. Into this the wheels of the auto went and as it was sticky and
soft the car came to such a sudden stop that the man was pitched out
over the glass wind-shield, landing in the ditch.
"Now I've got you!" cried Sandy, and clapping his heels to the sides
of his panting horse the young farmer rode up alongside the prostrate
man.
"I've got you! Surrender!" commanded the young farmer, leaping down,
and grabbing the man, who was now sitting up a dazed look on his
face. "I've got you, and I arrest you in th' name of th' law!"
"Yes, I see you've got me," replied the man, slowly. "But on what
charge do you arrest me?"
Sandy was puzzled for a moment, and scratched his head.
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