They embarked at once. The young machinist set out to do the rowing, but was stopped by the farmer, who directed Tim, the hired man to take the oars.
"You're tired enough," said Farmer Farrell. "Besides, we must keep a close eye on these two, or they'll be up to their pesky tricks afore we know it."
Tim pulled a good stroke. He was anxious to get out of such dangerous company and be safe in his bed in the barn loft once more.
"Isn't there some way we can fix this matter up?" asked Corrigan, after a long period of thoughtful silence.
"What do you mean?" asked Jack.
"Why, buy ourselves off."
"No, sir, not a bit of it," returned the young machinist, decidedly.
Corrigan winced. The prospect of going to prison was not a particularly inviting one.
"Oi say, Jack, me b'y, if we give up yer model will ye be easy on us?" put in Mosey, who did not know that that precious bit of property had already been recovered.
"I have it already," replied Jack; "I don't intend to be any harder on you than you deserve," he continued. "You tried to take my friend's life as well as mine, and also to set fire to Mr. Gray's house, and by using the match-safe which belonged to me, cast suspicion on my character, which has not yet been cleared away."