It don't belong to me anyway--I hired it from my boss." "Then we'll settle with your boss," said Sam.
One of the men present was a constable and another a special policeman, and both said they would go along with the sheriff and the boys.

The posse went well armed, for Dick had warned them that some of the rascals to be rounded up were desperate characters.
"We don't want any of them to get away," said the oldest Rover boy.

"We want to make each one a prisoner." "Don't you worry, young man, they won't get away from me," answered the sheriff.

"I used to be on the New York force before I moved out here, and I know that class of scoundrels.

I know that old stone house, and when we get there we'll fix a plan to bag every one of 'em." All were soon in the touring car, and once more Dick put on the speed.
They ran so fast it made the constable chuckle.
"Gee whizz!" he murmured.