"This ain't Orange."
"Never mind. You come with me."
Franklin stepped forward to grasp Andy Gresson by the arm. But before he could do so the man rushed up and pushed him back violently.
"When you see me again you'll know it, Bell!" he cried out, and on the next instant he was gone.
The force of the sudden and unexpected attack had landed Franklin on his back on a number of lime barrels. As quickly as he could collect his scattered senses, he scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the lime shed, bent upon stopping Gresson and bringing him to terms.
"Hi, there, boy! What are you doing here?" exclaimed a rough voice, and then Franklin found himself in the sturdy clutches of a burly lumber wagon driver.
"Let me go, please," returned the young electrician. "I want to catch that man who just ran away."
"Catch nobody! Ain't you the chap that played the trick on us just now and locked the gate?"
"No, sir; it was the man I am after. He is a thief."
"A thief! I didn't see any one."
"He ran out of the shed just before I did."
The man questioned Franklin for a minute longer, and finally concluded to release the young electrician. Then Franklin persuaded him to join
