The farmer did not wait to have the swindler read the newspaper item. He
only thrust it near enough to his discomfited face to allow the fellow to
get an inkling of its meaning. Then his sinewy hand closed on the collar of
the swindler's coat.

The train was slowing up just then, and a brake-man threw open the door of
the coach with the announcement:

"Jayville!"

"I'm going to introduce you to the town," grinned the farmer. "Bolt, you
varmint!"

He ran the fellow down the car, the other passengers arising from their
seats in excitement. Straight through the open doorway he rushed the
swindler, and out upon the platform. Arrived there, the farmer changed his
mind. The depot was about two hundred feet ahead. Just where the coach was
running was a deep ditch.

Frank saw the stalwart farmer lift his prisoner bodily, he heard a yell and
then a splash, and saw the baffled swindler land waist-deep in the ditch,
deluged, silk hat, white choker and dress coat, in a cascade of murky mud.

"My wife's cousin, the banker, and his friend, the mayor of the town, can
help him out of that fix if they want to," chuckled the farmer, coming back
into the car and rubbing his hands as if to wash the dirt from them.