Part 48 (1/2)
”He was, but the counterfeiters carried him off with them when they left the ranch.”
”Then he must still be a prisoner.”
”Yes.”
”When we first heard your voices, we thought we had run into some of our enemies,” said d.i.c.k. ”We were mighty glad to learn otherwise.
Now, if Sam was only here--”
”We must find him!” broke in Tom. ”And the sooner we get on the trail, the better.”
”I was just going away to hurry along some help,” came from James Monday. ”Maybe all of you had better remain in the forest on guard until I get back. If you spread out, you may learn something.”
A little later, the government official hurried off on one of the horses, leaving the boys to themselves. Tom and d.i.c.k brushed off their clothing and washed up in a nearby pool of water.
”I think the best thing we can do is to move over to one of the wagon roads,” said d.i.c.k. ”We'll never discover anything in a spot like this.”
They moved along, taking turns at riding on the horses left to them.
They were still a short distance from one of the trails, when they caught sight of a lantern's gleam, and soon after they heard the low murmur of voices.
”Somebody is over there, that is certain,” whispered d.i.c.k. ”Don't make any noise, fellows!”
Almost holding their breath, they crawled forward through the undergrowth and between the rocks, and presently gained a point where they could see the outline of a wagon. The vehicle had lost one wheel, and they could see three persons moving around it, inspecting the damage done.
”This is the worst luck yet,” they heard a man exclaim.
”Well, why didn't you look out for ruts?” said another.
”Look out? How could I look out in such a pitchy darkness?”
”What's to be done?” asked a third voice.
”I don't know, unless we unhook the team and take turns at riding horseback,” was the reply.
At this juncture, d.i.c.k clutched Tom by the arm.
”Two of those fellows are that Jimson and Dan Baxter!” he whispered.
”And do you know who is in the wagon, on the rear seat?”
”No.”
”Sam.”
CHAPTER XXIX
ON THE TRAIL ONCE MORE
d.i.c.k and Tom were delighted to think that they had gotten on the trail of their brother thus readily, and they and their friends withdrew for a short distance, that they might hold a consultation without being overheard by their enemies.
”You are sure it's Sam?” questioned Songbird. ”I must say it was so dark I couldn't see him.”