"What's this? What's this?" he snapped, "got out, didger? Thought
yer was escapin', didger? Consider yerselves under arrest. I
apprehend yer in the name of the Commonwealth. Stay right where
yer be. I'll go an' get Eb."

"No, you won't, either," said Mr. Daddles.

He and Sprague darted forward at the same moment. They grabbed the
little man, each by an arm, and commenced walking him rapidly
toward the boat.

"Here, here! Whatcher doin'? Lemme be! Lemme be! This is assault!
Lemme be, I tell yer!"

They led him, still chattering and protesting, right to the boat.

"We don't want you with us,--not a little bit. But you'll have to
come, if you don't keep quiet. Then you'll have a beautiful case
against us."

"Help! Help!" he squealed.

Mr. Daddles clapped a hand over his mouth, and they lifted him off
his feet into the boat. Pete jumped in beside him, and smothered
his cries with a pillow. Ed and I pushed off, and climbed in over
the bows. In a minute we were alongside the yacht. Mr. Daddles and
Sprague jumped on board, and Pete handed Gregory the Gauger up to
them. He had to drop the pillow to do this, and as soon as the
little man's mouth was uncovered he began his protests right where