"But you're a tame Indian.

What part of Maine do you come from ?" "Yes, I'm an Indian," grinned Dick's captive "I own a farm on the east end of Long Island." "Humph! You've been through the pubic schools, too ?" demanded Dick.
"Yes, sir." Greg's Indian was quite as docile.

The police now had the weapons of all the party, except one automatic weapon that Greg was examining.
"Yah!" grinned Holmes.

"This gun is loaded with blank cartridges.
I guess all the others were, too." The guess was a wholly correct one.
By this time the Main Street crowd, wholly over its fright, was crowding about the police and their captives.
"Say, this seems like old times!" called Sam Foss, laughingly.
"Dick & Co.

right in the thick the excitement." "There hasn't been any," grinned Prescott.
At this instant a new actor arrived on the scene.