"I'm all the police they is and my name is Harmony Diggs, andthey's no buggular livin' can get out'n my clutches oncet I gitsthese childs on him," the visitor shouted, waving an antiquated pairof handcuffs excitedly in the air.

Tacks watched him open-mouthed. That boy was having the time ofhis life and it would have pleased me immeasurably to paddle him tosleep with Harmony's night stick.

"I caught him!" Tacks cried in exultant tones when the villagecopper looked his way; "he's down there."