a few minutes it looked as if the old jail would burn to the ground. Of course the guards got excited, and all they thought of was to put out the blaze—and it's a good thing they did that. That's how the prisoners got away. I suppose you've heard that we rounded up two of them."
"Yes," answered Dick. "Have they any idea what became of Crabtree?"
"I haven't. If the sheriff knows anything he hasn't told it. By the way, boys, I'll tell you something, now you are here. That man is a hypnotist!"
"We know it," said Dick. "I thought I told you."
"He tried to hypnotize one of the men one day,—almost got away, doing it!"
"Did he hire any lawyer to defend him?" asked Tom, curiously.
"I don't know about a lawyer. He had a man out to see him, several times. The two were very friendly."
"They were?" cried Dick. "I never knew Josiah Crabtree had any friends, outside of the rascals he associated with. Who was the man?"
"He gave his name as John Smith. But I guess that was false, for he acted as if he didn't want to be known."
