“Who are you?”
“The sheriff of this county.”
“Gosh! I am relieved! I thought you were the prohibition officer.”
Again he lifted the still conscious man on his shoulder.
“Where are we going now?” asked Dick.
“New York,” said Bassett.
XII
Three days later they reached New York—by train.
“We must find Fred Gregory,” said Bassett.
“I thought he told Uncle David he was going to Wyoming.”