en suddenly the tumult ceased within, and terrified Tabitha began to
take courage again. "He has decided to behave himself at last," she
thought. "It's the only sensible thing to do, for he can't get away
from here now without being caught. There comes Glory at last, but oh,
gracious! look at the crowd following her. Half the town is out."

Just then a subdued grunt from around the corner of the house caught
her attention, and beckoning wildly to the approaching throng, she
crept cautiously forward to investigate, but paused again, paralyzed at
the sight which met her eyes. The portly prisoner had attempted to
escape by means of one of the small windows, and now hung suspended by
the middle over the sill, his hands clawing the air helplessly inside,
and his heels waving frantically without. At another time, Tabitha,
would have shouted with laughter at the ridiculous figure he cut, but
now her only thought was to prevent his escaping, and flinging aside
her pistol, she plunged toward the body seesawing through the air, and
clutched the feet with a determined grip, while the helpless victim
protested in emphatic language.

Thus the crowd found them and went wild with delight at the spectacle,
much to the discomfiture of both captor and captive, and when at length
the florid prisoner was freed from his uncomfortable position, his face
was purple with rage and exertion. "What is the meaning of this
outrage?" he exploded as soon as he could find sufficient breath to
voice his indignation. "Who put you up to such a trick as that, you
young minx? Do you know who I am?"

"Why, Jerry Weller!" exclaimed an astonished voice from the interested
throng of onlookers. "What are you doing here?"

"I bought this old shack and was to have had it moved onto my claims
to-day, if the movers had showed up," exclaimed the irate man, his
voice thick with anger. "But along come these jades and fasten me
in----"

"We thought he was the bank robber," Tabitha murmured faintly, sick at
heart over the mistake. "He was acting so--so suspiciously."

"Bank robber!" echoed the speaker from the crowd. "Why, Jeremiah
Weller is owner of the biggest placer mines in the country. He made a
fortune in Alaska. He's a millionaire! Bank robber! Ha--ha! That's
rich!"

The crowd roared appreciatively, but the victim of the mistake quite
unexpectedly lost his glowering look, and gruffly declared, "Well, you
needn't laugh at her. She's pluc