The children kept watch, and when they saw any one coming they would let him know, in time to take himself and horses into a thicket near by.

When he thought pursuit was over, he started to leave; but when, in a half hour after, a _posse_ of men drove up to my door, flourishing their handbills, I thought it all over with Cannouse.

I told them that he was not there; but they chose to have another search, and when they found nothing, the officer sprang into his carriage, exclaiming, "come on, boys; we'll soon have him now; we have tracked him here, and he can't be far off." Cannouse had left us, feeling quite secure; but he had traveled but a short distance, when he observed a horse shoe loose, and to get it fastened he drove down to a blacksmith's shop, which happened to stand at the foot of a hill; and between it and the highway there had been left standing a clump of trees which nearly hid it from view.

While there, getting his horse shod, the officers passed him unobserved, and he finally escaped.
Some time after, a gentleman called on us who had seen Cannouse in Michigan, where he was doing well.

He had succeeded in reaching Detroit, from whence he passed safely to his home; but probably learned a lesson not to be forgotten.