So the car was gone. Glen could easily understand how they discovered it. They had only to run back to where the peculiar tires ended their journey and then search to find where they had left the track. So the ford would have been discovered and then the car.
"If I'd been driving I'd have run it right up to the sheriff's office and claimed the reward," boasted Matt.
"Mebbe you would—mebbe you wouldn't. Mebbe you'd got a few slugs o' lead under your vest. Them fellers must ha' been pretty clos't around to get that car away so quick. I think them boys was clever. Anyway they wasn't no reward then. They is now—five hundred dollars. The Bankers' Association offered it soon as they heard the story."
"When are you going to hunt them out?" asked Matt.
"Huntin' right now, son. Huntin' while we set gassin' with you. We hunts in our sleep."
"No joking, now. When are you going to get up a posse? I want to go along."
"We'll send for ye when we feel that we need ye, son. Come along, Ike. I hear Number Three whistlin' fer the crossin'. Watch the blind baggage."