“After we get through with this job, I think I’ll make it a point to go after LeBlanc and get him proper. He should not be at large, for he’s a dangerous person as well as a criminal,” remarked the sheriff.
Dick mentally agreed with him, as he thought of the several narrow escapes that he and his friends had had from The Bear, as LeBlanc liked to call himself.
The start was made, and they arrived at the general store.
There the sheriff stationed them in spots where they could observe the store and yet be in hiding themselves.
“They’ll probably approach from the woods there where you say you followed them Dick, and will likely get in through the back of the store, as I happen to remember there’s a window there.”
They waited nearly an hour, a long, slow, dragging hour, before the approach of Green and his two evil companions.
Then there was a slight hitch that threatened their plans for a moment. Instead of all of them entering the store, Lafe Green effaced himself against the side of the store in the shadows, evidently to act as lookout while the others plied their nefarious occupation.
“We’ll have to get up on him unawares,” whispered the sheriff to Dick, who was standing by him.
“Why can’t we draw back a bit and then approach him from the other corner. We can creep along in front of the porch there, and take him by surprise. He would only be expecting to see some straggler approach up the street, and would not think of anyone creeping up on him,” suggested Dick.
“Good an idea as any, suppose we try it,” whispered the sheriff.