"Lock them up?" cried George Strong, in astonishment.

"That's what I said. Show me the young villains."

"But what do you think they have done?"

"They broke into my shop an' stole some things," put in another of the
men.

"That's right, they did," came from a third man. "Don't let 'em give ye
the slip, Josiah."

"I ain't a-goin' to let 'em give me the slip," growled the constable
from White Corners.

"When was your shop robbed?" demanded George Strong, of the man who had
said he was the sufferer.

"I can't say exactly, fer I was to the city, a-buying of more goods."

"Mr. Fairchild is a jeweler and watchmaker, besides dealing in paints,
oils, glass, an' wall paper," explained the constable. "He carries a
putty considerable stock of goods as are valuable. Yesterday, or early
last night, when he was away, his shop was broken into and robbed."

"And what makes you think the Rovers are the thieves?" asked George
Strong.

"We got proof," came doggedly from Aaron Fairchild. "We're certain on