I held a consultation with the station-master, and the gentleman who kept the grocery-store opposite.
They could think of nothing to be done except to shoot the man, and to that I objected.
"However," said I, "he can't stay there;" and a happy thought just then striking me, I called to the boy who drove the village express-wagon, and engaged him for a job.

The wagon was standing at the station, and to save time, I got in and rode to my house.

Euphemia went over to call on the groceryman's wife until I returned.
I had determined that the man should be taken away, although, until I was riding home, I had not made up my mind where to have him taken.

But on the road I settled this matter.
On reaching the house, we drove into the yard as close to the kitchen as we could go.

Then I unlocked the door, and the boy--who was a big, strapping fellow--entered with me.