"Maybe not," admitted Sandy, grimly, "but I have got you, jest th' same. Come on."
Sandy left his horse cropping the grass at the roadside, and got into the auto with his prisoner. After a few attempts, the machine was gotten out of the ditch, and the start back was begun. Sandy saw a farmer whom he knew, and asked him if he would bring the horse back to Oak Farm.
"And now we'll 'tend to your case," the young farmer remarked to the man in the auto. "I don't believe you told me what your name was," he added significantly.
"No, I didn't, and I don't intend to," snapped the stranger. "You can find out any way you like."
"Oh, we'll find out, all right," Sandy returned "Drive on."
The man did not speak as he drove the car forward. They reached the house where the physician had been, and found him waiting; a very angry medical man indeed.
"So you got him; eh?" he called to Sandy.
"That's what I did. And I'd like to borrow your car to take him to jail, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind a bit, and I'll go along to lodge a charge against him. There's a state law against anyone taking another person's automobile with-
