indulge in, and the
sequel showed that I was right in not allowing myself that
luxury.

I hadn't much more than comfortably settled myself, and let
thoughts of a cigar and a nap flit through my mind, when a row up
the street showed that the jail-breaking had been discovered.
Then followed shouts and confusion for a few moments, while a
search was being organized. I heard some horsemen ride over the
tracks, and also down the street, followed by the hurried
footsteps of half a dozen men. Some banged at the doors of the
specials, while others knocked at the station door.

One of the Cullens' servants opened the door of 218, and I heard
the sheriff's voice telling him he'd got to search the car. The
darky protested, saying that the "gentmun was all away, and only
de miss inside." The row brought Miss Cullen to the door, and I
heard her ask what was the matter.

"Sorry to trouble yer, miss," said the sheriff, "but a prisoner
has broken jail, and we've got to look for him."

"Escaped!" cried Madge, joyfully. "How?"

"That's just what gits away with me," marvelled the sheriff. "My
idee is--"

"Don't waste time on theories," said Camp's voice, angrily.
"Search the car."

"Sorry to discommode a lady," apologized the sheriff, gallantly,
"but if we may just look around a little?"

"My father and brothers went out a few minutes ago," said Madge,
hesitatingly, "and I don't know if they would be willing."

Camp laughed angrily, and ordered, "Stand aside, there."

"Don't yer worry," said the sheriff. "If he's on the car, he
can't git away. We'll send a feller up for Mr. Cullen, while we
search Mr. Gordon's car and the station."

They set about it at once, and used up ten minutes in the task.
Then I heard Camp say,--

"Come, we can't wait all night for permission to search this car.
Go ahead."

"I hope you'll wait till my father comes," begged Madge.

"Now go slow, Mr. Camp," said the sheriff. "We mustn't discomfort
the lady if we can avoid it."

"I believe you're wasting time in order to help him escape,"
snapped Camp.

"Nothin' of the kind," denied the sheriff.

"If you won't do your duty, I'll take the law into my own hands,
and order the car searched," sputtered Camp, so angry as hardly
to be able to articulate.

"Look a here," growled the sheriff, "who are yer sayin' all this
to anyway? If yer talkin' to me, say so right off."

"All I mean," hastily said Camp, "is that it's your duty, in your
honorable