"Yes. Didn't I go to school with him? I know him as well as I know my own father."
Sack Todd glared at Tom and gave him a close inspection. Then he shook the youth fiercely.
"So this is your style, eh?" he snarled. "First your brothers come to spy on us, and now you! If I had my way—" he stopped short. "Where did you get that letter, answer me!"
"Wasn't it all right?" drawled Tom. He scarcely knew how to act.
"Answer me, Rover. I want no more beating about the bush."
"It belongs to Bill Cashaw. Isn't he here?"
"Ha!" Sack Todd looked around. "Come here," he cried to his men. "Watch this boy and don't let him get away under any circumstances. I must find Bill Cashaw! Perhaps it isn't Bill, after all!"
One of the men came forward and caught hold of Tom, while Dan Baxter also ranged by the prisoner's side. To attempt to break away would have been useless, and Tom did not try it.
"You'll catch it now," said the bully maliciously.
"Where are Sam and Dick?"
"That remains for you to find out."
"They seem to carry things with a high hand here."
"It's Sack Todd's ranch, and he has a right to
