Ralph's head was
bleeding.
"Oh, we must get Ralph to the drug store," insisted Alice. "Perhaps Dr.
Gray will be there. He is hurt, I am sure," and she was almost in tears,
for indeed Ralph looked very much injured--his lip was cut, and girls
cannot well stand the sight of blood.
Ralph felt quite well able to walk, he declared, and assured the girls,
laughingly, that their case and his would now likely "come up" together
in the next term of court.
But just as Alice, Tavia, Ralph, and a few sympathizing friends were
ready to leave the office Franklin MacAllister, president of the
Selectmen of Dalton, and father of Alice, stepped into the place. He had
heard of the disturbance, and having power to act in any such emergency,
he hurried to the scene.
"Well," he exclaimed, seeing his daughter there, "what in the world are
you doing here?"
"Oh, I made all the trouble," replied Alice, "that is, Tavia and I made
it. We were arrested--"
"Arrested!" repeated the father, incredulously.
"Yes, indeed we were. And Mr. Willoby only stepped in to help us when he
got in trouble."
Mr. MacAllister talked earnestly to Ralph. Plainly both men were of the
same opinion--either Squire Sanders was crazy or he was too old and
incompetent to hold office.
"What are we going to do with him, Mr.
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