But we may not
be able to get you back here before to-morrow noon.
"That will be all right," Dick assured him. "Dave and Greg, you'll
join me in going with the officers, won't you?"
Darry and Holmes both assented eagerly.
"If you've any extra grub, then, put it up and come along," urged
the deputy. "There's room for five in the automobile we're using."
"How did you men know that we were here?" Reade inquired, while
Dick and Greg made haste to get food together for the trip.
"Saw your campfire," replied the deputy laconically. "We didn't
believe Tag would build such a large fire, but we took a chance
and looked in. If you haven't anything else to do, young Long-legs,
you might pick out three stout clubs for your friends."
Laughing good-naturedly at the nickname, Tom bestirred himself.
Within three minutes all was ready.
Dick, Dave and Greg stepped away after the officers. Not far
away was the road, where the automobile stood with the engine
running.
"Does Tag know how to run a car?" Prescott inquired.
"Don't know," replied the deputy.
"If he does, and had happened to be about, he could have taken
your car in good shape," smiled Dick.
"True," nodded the officer, "but there were only two of us, and
nabbing Tag Mosher is two men's work.
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