By the time he got upon his feet, Harry had overpowered Jean and had the
bracelets on his wrists.

"Victory!" chuckled the boy.

"Four," said the old detective. "That ain't a bad haul!"

"But the girl has escaped."

"Never mind, Harry. We are well paid for our work."

The shots, noise, fight and general excitement, had brought a crowd rushing
to the spot. There was a policeman among them.

But they arrived too late to be of any assistance.

Rushing up to the Bradys officiously, the panting policeman asked:

"What's the matter here?"

"Nothing," replied Harry.

"Do you call that nothing?" asked the policeman, grabbing the boy.

"Here--you!" exclaimed Old King Brady, showing his badge. "Let go that
detective and ring up the wagon so we can run in these prisoners. Step
lively now, and don't try to be too smart."

"Detective?" asked the policeman.