After we got young Mosher to the jail and locked
up, I gave Valden a talking-to, and told him I'd report him to
the sheriff if I ever heard of his abusing a prisoner again."
"So Tag escaped, with some field artillery, and you officers are
out after him?" Tom asked.
"Yes; and three other pairs of deputies are out also," nodded
Mr. Simmons.
"Did you get that car out of the creek?" asked Darry. "We never
heard."
"That car was a complete wreck," replied the officer. "We got
it out of the creek, but left it in the woods nearby. The bridge
has been rebuilt, and is stronger than before. How's your hip,
Prescott?"
"As well as ever, thank you," replied Dick.
"I'm glad to know that, boy. Meant to drop in on you before.
I must hurry along now. Of course, if Tag shows up about your
camp, you won't tell him that you've seen me."
"Certainly not, sir," nodded Dick. "We'll also try to get word
to you, if we see him. Where is your home?"
"Five Corners is my address," replied the deputy. "So long, boys!
Glad to have seen you again."
The cat-footed deputy was soon lost to sight among the trees.
Dave was the first to speak, and that was some moments later.
"Dick, you're foolish to feel any liking for Tag Mosher.
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