"Yes, entirely so," said Jack, who did not bear any malice.

"But after they had struck the man, these young men ran away?"

"Yes," Jack was forced to admit. The men shot him a glance of hatred.

"I understand you have been to the hospital," went on Squire Stevens.
"Did you learn how badly the man they hit is hurt?"

"The doctor told us that his injuries don't appear to be serious,"
said Jack, "but that it was possible there might be complications."

"In that case I shall have to hold you young men under bond," said the
squire. "Will you be able to furnish it?"

"In any amount," said the man who had driven the car, in a loud,
boastful voice. "My father, Evans Masterson, owns the _Boston Moon,_
the evening paper. If I can telephone to him he will soon get us out
of this scrape."

"Very well, then," said the Squire, frowning slightly at young
Masterson's tone. "I shall fix your bond at $500, as you were driving
the car and directly responsible for the accident, and that of your
companions at $100 each."

Young Masterson gave an ironical bow. Chief Biff Bivins escorted him
to the telephone. The elder Masterson, who had had a good deal of
experience with his son's escapades, at first administered a lecture
over the 'phone which ended by his saying that he would come
post-haste to Nestorville and extricate his son and his chums from