Two sweeps at each end, and three shanties on it, two of them filled with wheat." "No," replied Mr.Riley, in a relieved tone; for on hearing the well-known name of Caspar his men had exchanged meaning looks and smiles, which indicated their belief that the Sheriff might be getting into hot-water.

"I did arrest a young rascal of about that age half an hour ago," he continued, "just as he was leaving this island on a raft; but it was only a small affair, built of two or three logs, and not at all such a raft as you describe.

I've got the boy out here now, and I believe him to be one of your pals, in spite of your cheeky talk.

Yon don't want to give me any more of it, either," he concluded, in a fierce tone, assumed to reassert the dignity of his office.

"So just cork up, and come along quietly, or you may find yourself in trouble." "All right," replied Billy Brackett, calmly; "but first, perhaps you'll be kind enough to tell me who you are, why you are taking such an interest in me, and where you want me to go." "I am the Sheriff of Dubuque County, Iowa," was the answer.