"You have no right to hold
me."
"He took my auto," broke in the doctor.
"Then we'll hold him on that charge, and we'll call him John Doe,"
decided the squire. "Maybe he'll change his tune after a bit. Lock
him up," he ordered the constable in charge, and the mysterious man,
as mysterious as ever, was led away.
"I'd like to ask one favor," he declared, halting a minute.
"You can ask, but I don't know as we'll grant it," spoke the squire.
"I've left a dog up in the old cabin," the man went on. "I guess you
know the place," he said to Sandy. "It's the cabin where the girls
took shelter from the rain. There's a dog tied there and he might
starve to death. I wish you'd feed him."
"I'll do that," responded Sandy, quickly. "I'll look after him, too.
He's entitled to some consideration, even if you ain't."
The man said nothing.
"Is it your dog?" asked the squire.
"I--I found him," answered the man, hesitatingly, "and he likes me. I
wouldn't want to see him starve."
"He shan't!" promised Sandy.
Then, as the queer character was locked up, Sandy started back for
Oak Farm, puzzling over the mysterious man and his object.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE MONEY BOX
"What did he say?"
"Who was he?"
"What was his object?"
These, and a dozen other questions like them, were showered on Sandy
Apgar when he arrived at the farm, some little time later, after
having seen the mysterious man safely locked up in the town jail.
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