"The only way he could get away from us would be in a balloon," said Mr.
MacAllister.
"Or an airship," spoke up someone else.
With heavy clubs and every available weapon to beat down the brush they
started out through the lane on the man hunt.
Surely twenty good men should be able to find the one "tramp" now.
But would they?
CHAPTER XVI
THE GIRLS HAVE IT
It was an entirely new experience for Dalton men--searching for a
miscreant that spring evening in the lane. But evening wore into
nightfall and no trace of the "tramp" had been discovered.
From either end of the lane the men came together at last, and admitted
they had been again outwitted by the "slick rascal."
Mr. MacAllister, in dismissing the party, urged them to be at the town
meeting that night to vote for a constable, and never had the need of
such an official been so plainly demonstrated.
"We must go about to-night," he said, "and notify business persons to be
on the lookout for a fellow of this description. Of course, if we had a
regular constable we might save ourselves that trouble."
To the old politicians of Dalton, those who always voted promptly, but
put off paying taxes until the very last notice had been served upon
them, the appointment of John Travers to succeed Squire Sanders, came as
a surprise.
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