"No, don't run," ordered Dorothy. "You can just stay with me--get some
grass for Cricket and----"

"The togs! Where can I hide them?"

"Give them here! Hello, there boys! Did you find him?" called
Dorothy, as that very moment she raised a clump of brush to hide the
"togs" under, and at the same time she hailed the boys who just turned
into the open field from the search through the woods.

"Nary a find!" called back Nat. "Guess you were 'seeing things,' Doro.
We have come to the conclusion that the bandit lit on your brain."

"Maybe," replied Dorothy. "But see, my Sir Galahad," indicating the
captive, who stood beside her. "He saved Cricket from a ditch, and I
haven't had a chance to get his other name."

"Hello, Roy!" greeted Ned. "Glad to see you. Where have you been
keeping yourself? We wanted you the other day for the town games, but
couldn't find you."

"Hello, Roy!" shouted the approaching Joe.

"'Low there, Royal!" came from Roger, who just then threw away his
bandit stick.

"I'm glad you are all acquainted," added Dorothy. "I must ask Roy to
come up to the house this afternoon."