“What luck?” asked Jerry.
“The very best. I have a peremptory order commanding that crowd to turn the mine over to your party and Mr. Bell. Come on, we’ll get the sheriff and finish the thing right up.”
The sheriff was only too glad of a chance for some activity. He and three deputies, well armed, got into the car, and Jerry started off. To the boy the machine never seemed to move so slowly, but several times one of the deputies threatened to jump out if the auto did not slacken up a bit.
Arriving at the cabin, Nestor, the two boys, and Professor Snodgrass were found anxiously waiting.
“Now for the mine!” cried Jerry, as he rapidly explained the success of the mission.
“Wait till I get my gun,” said Nestor.
“No shooting unless we have to,” warned the sheriff.
Then they advanced on the mine. An eighth of a mile away they were halted by a guard. But an order from the sheriff, and a sight of the command from the court, made the guard give in, and he was sent back to the cabin, in custody of one of the deputies.
Then, without any warning, the party descended on the others of the gang, who were all gathered in the main cabin at dinner.
At first it looked as if there was going to be trouble. Several made an attempt to get their guns, but Nestor, the sheriff, and his man, had covered them, and they saw that the game was up.