folded arms.

"Hayloft," said the chief of police, "I arrest you for
murder, burglary, arson, and conspiracy. You put up a
splendid fight, old man, and I am only sorry that it is
our painful duty to arrest you."

As Hayloft appeared below a great cheer went up from the
crowd. True courage always appeals to the heart of the
people.

Hayloft was put in a motor and whirled rapidly to the police
station.

On the way the chief handed him a flask and a cigar.

They chatted over the events of the evening.

Hayloft realised that a new life had opened for him. He
was no longer a despised outcast. He had entered the American
criminal class.

At the police station the chief showed Hezekiah to his room.

"I hope you will like this room," he said a little anxiously.
"It is the best that I can give you to-night. To-morrow I can
give you a room with a bath, but at such short notice I am sure
you will not mind putting up with this."

He said good night and shut the door. In a moment he reappeared.