"All right," agreed Apple. "You'll have to get busy if you want to get it back before dark. I suppose I'll have to ride the motor-bike."
"Reckon you're elected, Apple. Brick can't ride it, an' I can't run more 'n one at a time."
"Well, I'll not get far ahead of you. I'll keep you in sight, anyway."
CHAPTER XIV
SAFE AT CAMP BUFFALO
Riding triumphantly on the driver's seat with Chick-chick made the return journey very different from the miserable trip Glen had made inside the car, bound and gagged, and horribly jolted at every irregularity of the road.
"Shall we leave car at Buffalo Center, or run right on to camp an' show the booty?" asked Chick-chick.
"We haven't made the trip yet," Glen reminded him. "If we're lucky enough to get all the way to Buffalo Center we'd better deliver it to the first officer we see, sheriff or constable," counseled Glen. "We don't want to be arrested for stealing. It won't do for me to be arrested for anything."