[Meshgen-bugs] the two and you will see we are righ

[McGartland R. <cov...@di...>]

Ill," was Wilbur Poole's answer, and he opened up the shears and
commenced to stroke them back and forth on a rock near by. An instant
later the wild man was jerked over backwards and the dangerous shears
were snatched from his grasp. He commenced to struggle, but the whole
crowd surrounded him, and before he could realize the situation his
hands were made fast. "It is treachery, base treachery!" he groaned. "My
army has betrayed me!" And he commenced to weep. "What a terrible state
of mind to be in!" murmured Roger. "He is certainly as crazy as they
make 'em!" "I guess you are right," answered Phil. "But I am glad we
have got him." "He spoke about the blowing up of the hotel," said Dave.
"And he said somebody saw him do it." "Who was it?" "He didn't mention
any names." "Maybe he was simply wandering in his mind," suggested Ben.
"I don't think so," returned Dave. "I think, if he was questioned long
enough, we could get the truth out of him. He doesn't seem to be crazy
all the time." "It's a terrible thing for the Poole family--to have such
a crazy man in it," was Buster's opinion; and the other lads agreed with
him. The prisoner was marched along the brook, past the home of old
Herick, and then down the river-road. By this time all the searchers had
come together, including Henry Morrison and some outsiders. "I'm mighty
glad you've got him," said the farmer. "And I hope he don't get away
from you." "He won't get away