town for assistance to round us up. We must change our plans. You'll have to let the wagon stay where it is and take to the horses. Luckily, we have some extra ones along. Be quick."
"What of the prisoner?"
"We'd better let him go."
"Don't you do it!" cried Dan Baxter. "I tell you, you can make money by holding him."
"I'd like to wring Baxter's neck for that!" muttered Tom.
"All right, then, take him along—at least, for the present," said Sack Todd. "But don't waste time. Here are the horses."
The transfer from the wagon to the horses was quickly accomplished. Sam was made to mount a steed, and Andy Jimson rode on one side of him and Dan Baxter on the other. The rest of the men rode in front and in the rear, and soon the spot where the break-down had occurred was left behind.
"Now, what's to do?" asked Tom ruefully. He realized, as well as the others, that it would have been useless to have attacked such a large crowd.
"There is but one thing to do, Tom: follow them. As soon as they locate, we can go back for help. They can't travel more than twenty-four hours without stopping, and I believe they'll go into hiding as soon as it is daylight."
