Had Made a Rope of Their Bedclothing and Carefully
Arranged the Details of Their Plan!
No Present Trace of Their Whereabouts—Had Been Sent
from Ross County under Ten-year Sentence
for Train-wrecking!
Not until he read the last line did Allan understand why Jack appeared so interested.
“Them’s our men,” said Jack; “but read the article.”
“Don’t read it now,” protested Mary; “supper’s about spoiled as it is.” And then an odour from the stove caused her to fly to it. “Look a-there, now,” she added, “th’ p’taties nearly burned up! Come along, both o’ ye,” and taking the paper inexorably from Allan, she pushed them all in toward the table. “They’s no use in lettin’ th’ supper spile, even if all th’ convicts in th’ pen. got loose!”
Which, indeed, was true. And Allan did not fully understand the cause of Jack’s excitement until, near the end of the meal, a single remark fell from him.
“Well, all I’ve got t’ say,” he remarked, “is that I certainly pity Dan Nolan if them fellys git hold o’ him!”
Allan looked up with sudden interest.