at the selectman. "He pointed it at the lady."

To Miss Forbes the realism of Fred's acting was too
convincing. To learn that one is covered with a loaded
revolver is disconcerting. Miss Forbes gave a startled
squeak, and ducked her head.

Winthrop roared aloud at the selectman.

"How dare you frighten the lady!" he cried. "Take your hand
off that gun."

"What you talkin' about?" shouted the selectman. "The idea of
my havin' a gun! I haven't got a----"

"All right, Fred!" cried Winthrop. "Low bridge."

There was a crash of shattered glass and brass, of scattered
barrel staves, the smell of escaping gas, and the Scarlet Car
was flying drunkenly down the main street.

"What are they doing now, Fred?" called the owner.

Fred peered over the stern of the flying car.

"The constable's jumping around the road," he replied, "and
the long one's leaning against a tree. No, he's climbing the
tree. I can't make out WHAT he's doing."

"_I_ know!" cried Miss Forbes; her voice vibrated with