excitement. Defiance of the law had thrilled her with
unsuspected satisfaction; her eyes were dancing. "There was a
telephone fastened to the tree, a hand telephone. They are
sending word to some one. They're trying to head us off."

Winthrop brought the car to a quick halt.

"We're in a police trap!" he said. Fred leaned forward and
whispered to his employer. His voice also vibrated with the
joy of the chase.

"This'll be our THIRD arrest," he said. "That means----"

"I know what it means," snapped Winthrop. "Tell me how we can
get out of here."

"We can't get out of here, sir, unless we go back. Going
south, the bridge is the only way out."

"The bridge!" Winthrop struck the wheel savagely with his
knuckles. "I forgot their confounded bridge!" He turned to
Miss Forbes. "Fairport is a sort of island," he explained.

"But after we're across the bridge," urged the chauffeur, "we
needn't keep to the post road no more. We can turn into Stone
Ridge, and strike south to White Plains. Then----"

"We haven't crossed the bridge yet," growled Winthrop. His
voice had none of the joy of the others; he was greatly
perturbed. "Look back," he commanded, "and see if there is