"
"I ought to know that," laughed Dick. "He gave me a stiff enough
beating."
"Here is where you can even the score," laughed Dave grimly.
"I don't want to even any score," replied Prescott gravely. "I'm
sorry for the fellow, especially when he was so close to a chance
to turn about and make something of himself."
"Do you mean to say that you don't hold even a bit of a grudge
for that severe beating you got?" demanded Darry wonderingly.
"Of course I don't," Dick retorted. "When two fellows fight one
of them must receive a beating---that's the sporting chance.
All my feelings for Tag are of sympathy."
"Not enough so you'd let him get away, if you met him?" put in
the deputy quickly.
"Of course, not, sir," Dick answered quickly flushing. "That
would be as much as to say that I'm a bad citizen. If I find
Tag I'll do my best to hold him until help comes. You may be
sure of that."
"Then get into the car," ordered the deputy briefly. "The back
part of the car is for you youngsters. That reminds me. We don't
know each other's names. Mine's Simmons."
The other deputy's name proved to be Valden. The boys quickly
introduced themselves.
Away went the car, over the rough roads. To avoid sending warning
too far ahead the lights were turned low.
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