'Lemme go,' cried Billy. 'Quick, can't yer! I'm goin' fer the troopers.'
'Who for?' asked Dick, hanging to his friend.
'Find out.'
'Oh, right you are; but you won't go, that's all.'
'Well, I'm goin' to tell 'em that Tinribs is up at his house.'
'How d'yer know?'
'I was sneakin' round to get a shot at a cat, an' I heard 'em. Lemme go 'r he'll be gone, you fool.'
'Won't,' said Dick, masterfully. 'You ain't goin'.'
'Who'll stop me?'
'I will.'