owd.

"Good people, let me pass! Let me pass!" the faker was saying. "I have
to catch a train!"

"Not much you won't! If I have to hold you myself!" muttered Mr. Bailey,
angrily.

"You get to that justice as fast as you can," directed Mr. Blackford.
"We'll hold this man, if we have to chloroform him!"

The farmer jumped from the auto, and hurried off, a dozen hands pointing
out the office he desired in the court house. The constable reached the
tooth powder vendor.

"You're under arrest!" the officer said, laying a hand on the man's arm.

"Don't you touch me! Under arrest? On what charge?"

He shook himself loose, and stroked his beard nervously, also his
luxurious hair, but this time it was black, instead of white--dyed
obviously.

"On the charge--on the charge," began the constable nervously. "You're
arrested on a charge that's soon to be here. Now don't make any fuss,
but come along with me."

"I decline to go with you unless I know what I am charged with!" shouted
the faker. "You let me go, or it will be the worse for you!"

Mollie arose in her place at the steering wheel.

"He's arrested on the charge of assault and battery!" she called in her
fresh, strong voice. "I make the charge, Girls!" she exclaimed, turning
to the others, "that's the man who thrust me into that room, and locked
me there. That's the ghost. I recognize him by the scar on his thumb!"

The crowd was in an uproar as the constable caught hold of the man, and
quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

Then as the girls in the auto stood up, the better to see, Carrie was
revealed. The faker, closely held by the constable who had arrested him,
and by a brother officer who had hurried up, gave the strange girl one
look. Then those who were near him heard him mutter:

"I guess the game is up!"

CHAPTER XXV

EXPLANATIONS

Betty furnished the next sensation. As the man in charge of the officers
passed near the auto, poor Carrie cowering away from him, though he no
longer had it in his power to harm her, the Little Captain exclaimed:

"Girls! Girls! He's the old hair doctor--the man we met with the gay
wagon--Bennington's Restorer!"

"Who is?" demanded Amy.

"That man--the one they have arrested. He's the one we gave the bolt
to."

"Ha! That settles it!" cried Mollie. "That was where I first saw the
scarred thumb! It's all working out now! I didn't remember at first. His
hair is black instead of white."

"Dye