"Oh, we won't run away," he hastened to assure the
guardian of the peace. "I just want to talk to the judge. I'm
Larry Dexter, of the Leader."
"Oh, is that so? I guess I've heard of you. Aren't you the
reporter who worked up that stolen boy case?"
"I am," admitted Larry, modestly. "There's a telephone right over
there, in the Rocking Stone restaurant," went on the officer, who
seemed to regard Larry and his friends in a different light now.
"You can call up the judge. He'll probably be at his house now.
I'll go with you. It may be that he will want to speak to me, and
will dismiss the complaint."
"We'll wait here for you, Larry," said Dick. "There's nothing like
having a reporter with you when you break the law," he added, with
a laugh.
The officer rode his horse slowly along with Larry, going to the
place whence a telephone message could be sent. Larry was soon
talking with the judge, who, on learning the identity of the young
reporter, and having heard the circumstances, spoke to the officer.
"It's all right! " exclaimed the policeman, as he hung up the
receiver. "I'm to let you go. He says he'll find you all guilty,
and will suspend sentence."
"Good!" cried Larry. "That's the time my 'pull' was of some use."
"And I'm glad I didn't have to take you to the station," the mounted
man proceeded. "I'm interested in airships myself. I've got a boy
who's crazy about them, and wireless. He's got a wireless outfit--
made it all himself," he added, proudly.
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