"You'd better," observed Sandy, grimly. "And there's another charge,
too. You took th' doctor's automobile."
To this the man answered nothing. He probably knew that this was a
serious enough charge on which to hold him.
"We'll jest go back in th' car, too," went on Sandy, "since you know
how to run 'em. But, mind you! No monkey tricks! Don't you try to run
away with me."
"All right--get in," said the man, shortly. "I'll see if I can get
her out of the ditch. You wouldn't have gotten me if that man with
the hay had given me my share of the road."
"Maybe not," admitted Sandy, grimly, "but I _have_ got you, jest th'
same. Come on."
Sandy left his horse cropping the grass at the roadside, and got into
the auto with his prisoner. After a few attempts, the machine was
gotten out of the ditch, and the start back was begun. Sandy saw a
farmer whom he knew, and asked him if he would bring the horse back
to Oak Farm.
"And now we'll 'tend to your case," the young farmer remarked to the
man in the auto. "I don't believe you told me what your name was," he
added significantly.
"No, I didn't, and I don't intend to," snapped the stranger. "You can
find out any way you like."
"Oh, we'll find out, all right," Sandy returned. "Drive on."
The man did not speak as he drove the car forward.
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