By this time the Main Street crowd, wholly over its fright, was
crowding about the police and their captives.

"Say, this seems like old times!" called Sam Foss, laughingly.
"Dick & Co. right in the thick the excitement."

"There hasn't been any," grinned Prescott.

At this instant a new actor arrived on the scene. Wild Charlie,
the Indian medicine "doctor," immaculate in black frock suit and
patent leather shoes, with a handsome sombrero spread over the
glistening black hair that hung down over his shoulders, rushed up.

"Let these people go, Chief," begged the picturesque quack doctor.
"I'll pay for any damage they've done."

Chief Simmons looked the long-haired "doctor" over with a broad grin.

"You're Wild Charlie, are you?" demanded the chief.

"Yes, partner."

"What part of Vermont do you come from! Or is Germany your hailing
place, Wild Charlie?"

"Don't josh me too hard, Chief," pleaded the medicine fakir "Will
you let my people go, if I settle?"

"These terrors," retorted Chief Simmons, "are about due for thirty