“Hello,” exclaimed his father, “where’ve you been?”
“I stayed with Bill Paisley last night,” explained Boy. “You know we had Amos Broadcrook locked up at his place. We fell asleep for a few minutes and Amos got away. Somebody outside helped him—his brother Hank likely. Anyway, he’s got clean away.”
“And where do you suppose he has gone?” asked Hallibut.
“Across the border likely,” returned Boy. “We’re goin’ after him, sir, and we’ve got to start right now, ’cause the creek’s risin’ and gettin’ dangerous. In half an hour we can’t get across.”
Hallibut looked at Big McTavish, then he turned to Boy.
“Do you think he’ll go across the line?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then, let the poor beggar go. I’ve promised Gloss that I won’t prosecute him.”
Boy whistled.
“Well——” he commenced, then turned abruptly away.