borhood and skip for parts unknown for a while." And then he urged his horse still further to the southward, until the mists in a swamp in the midst of the timber hid him completely from view.
Having escaped from his captors, Sam hardly knew what to do, but, as he heard a number of shots fired, he made up his mind that help must be at hand, and so he hurried back on the trail, and presently came in sight of the other boys. Then he set up a mad shout of joy, which they quickly echoed.
"Are you perfectly safe, Sam?" asked Dick, riding up.
"Yes, although I had a narrow escape," and the youngest Rover pointed to where the bullet had grazed his shoulder. "What of the others?"
"All safe and sound," sang out Tom, coming up. "And James Monday and a big posse are after Sack Todd and his crowd hot-footed."
"Shall we join in?" asked Songbird.
"I can't go another step," answered Dick. "I am more than tired," and he sank in a heap on the saddle.
"You boys stay here, and we'll fix those rascals," cried a man of the posse. "You have done enough."
"I guess we have," said Tom. "We are safe
