“Don’t let him escape,” he cried to the man from the carriage.
“I’ve got him fast enough,” returned the stranger. “So he was trying to rob you, eh?”
“Yes. He has a roll of bills he took from my vest pocket.”
“That’s not so!” cried Horning. “I have nothing but some loose change in my possession.”
“Then he threw the roll away when you came up,” said Bob. “He took it from my vest pocket only a second ago.”
“Strike a match and take a look around,” suggested the stranger. “He may have flung it away as you say.”
Bob quickly lit a match, and then several more. In a few minutes he found the bills, lying to one side in the dust.
“I have them,” he cried.
“What will you do with this fellow?” asked the stranger. “If you say so, we can take him to my uncle, who is the squire.”
“I think that would be best,” said Bob. “He attacked me because I exposed his swindling methods in a side-show at the fair this afternoon.”