Accordingly he got out of the house, and made his way out of the town, for he felt somewhat the hint given him was equivalent to an order.
Tommy had not been noticed by anyone.
Seeing that he could be of no further use to the sheriff or to Smithers, who was now beyond mortal aid, he too left the house.
At the extremity of the town he overtook a wagon. It was guarded by two men heavily armed, and he saw Berghausen talking to them.
"You can go along with us," said one of the men, "if you can fight, for we've got silver in the wagon, and are told to look out for Capt. Jordan."
"Good enough," replied the detective.
"May I go with you also?" asked Tommy.
"No; we don't want any boys hanging onto us," was the answer.
Tommy shrank behind at this ungracious reply, and the wagon moved on.
Soon the shades of night began to fall, and, feeling very tired, Tommy threw himself down on the sage brush, and fell fast asleep. When he awoke the sun was riding high in the heavens.