But even as he spoke there grated harshly the creak of rusty
chains on a cogged wheel, the rattle of a brake. The black
figure of a man with waving arms ran out upon the draw, and
the draw gaped slowly open.

When the car halted there was between it and the broken edge
of the bridge twenty feet of running water.

At the same moment from behind it came a patter of feet, and
Winthrop turned to see racing toward them some dozen young men
of Fairport. They surrounded him with noisy, raucous,
belligerent cries. They were, as they proudly informed him,
members of the Fairport "Volunteer Fire Department." That
they might purchase new uniforms, they had arranged a trap for
the automobiles returning in illegal haste from New Haven. In
fines they had collected $300, and it was evident that already
some of that money had been expended in bad whiskey. As many
as could do so crowded into the car, others hung to the
running boards and step, others ran beside it. They rejoiced
over Winthrop's unsuccessful flight and capture with violent
and humiliating laughter.

For the day, Judge Allen had made a temporary court in the
clubroom of the fire department, which was over the engine
house; and the proceedings were brief and decisive. The
selectman told how Winthrop, after first breaking the speed
law, had broken arrest and Judge Allen, refusing to fine him
and let him go, held him and his companions for a hearing the
following morning. He fixed the amount of bail at $500 each;
failing to pay this, they would for the night be locked up in