She saw Shad stealthily and cautiously put back the wide wooden bars that held the door, then Mr.Hicks, fully on the defensive with a stout hickory cane held in readiness for any unseemly onslaught on the part of the culprit, advanced into the corn-crib.

Evie drew closer, her little freckled face full of curiosity.
"Ain't Pop brave ?" she whispered, "and he never made but two arrests before in all his life.

One was over at Miss Hornaby's when she wouldn't let Minnie and Myron go to school 'cause their shoes were all out on the ground, and the other time he got that French weaver over at Beacon Hill for selling cider." Still Kit had no answer, for over at the corn-crib she beheld the strangest scene.

Out stepped the prisoner as fearlessly and blithely as possible, spoke to her father, and the two of them instantly clasped hands, while Shad, Mr.Hicks and Philemon stared with all their might.

The next the girls knew, the whole party came strolling back leisurely, and Kit could see the stranger was regaling her father with a humorous view of the whole affair.