"
"Then you can expect results, sir!" Dick went on, brightening.
"Money talks, I've heard."
"And talks in every language," added Reade. "Mr. Page, a lot
of men who are not police or peace officers will be out hunting
for young Mr. Page. 'Tag Mosher' will be more eagerly sought
for than ever before in his life.
"I don't see how Tag has a ghost of a show to get away," observed
Dave Darrin.
"Whew, but I'm thirsty," remarked Dr. Bentley, going over to the
spot where the drinking dipper hung. "And it looks as though
it were my turn to go after water."
"Is there no water there?" Prescott inquired.
"Not a drop."
"Then I'll get some water, doctor," offered Dick, coming forward
and taking up a pail.
He went briskly away to the spring where the boys obtained their
water supply. The spring was some distance from camp. Dick reached
the little glade where the spring lay, and turned down into it.
As he did so he saw a movement of the bushes, as though some
animal had crawled into shelter.
"Anyway, it wasn't anything as large as a bull," laughed Dick,
as he bent over the spring, bucket in hand. He filled the bucket,
then set it down on the ground.
"I wonder what is under those bushes?" he muttered, boyish curiosity
coming to the surface.
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