Then Eb and the rest of them started to march us back to the
village. The news of our capture had spread and there must have
been twenty or thirty men and boys waiting for us at the front
gate. Some of them had lanterns, and two or three had shot-guns or
rifles.

"We left Bailey's Harbor very modestly," Mr. Daddles remarked,
"but our return is certainly impressive."

"You better keep your mouth shut, young feller," said one of the
men, "committin' burglary aint no joke."

"That's right, that's right," said Gregory the Gauger, who was
flitting about from one to the other of us, "an' whatever may be
said against yer, may be used in yer favor, too,--better remember
that."

The constable was still more indignant because the crowd nocked
around us.

"Clear outer here! Clear outer here!" he shouted two or three
times. But they only laughed at him. Then we set out over the
dusty road. First came Eb, with two other men leading Mr. Daddles,
then Jimmy and Ed Mason, each securely held, while I was at the
end of the procession, gripped by the arm and collar by a tall
man, who never uttered a word. At our heels and doing their best
to step on MY heels whenever they could, came a mob of boys and
men.

When we got back to the Harbor, it had quite changed its