“You know as well as I, Alden. But it won’t do you any good. You might as well give up trying to hunt down this crowd. It can’t be done.”
Bob was much mystified by this speech. Evidently Casco took it for granted that he knew much more than was a fact.
“Perhaps I can do more than you think, Casco,” he said, on a venture.
“You can, if I allow you to get away, maybe, but I don’t intend any such thing shall happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Simply this: You imagine you can ride through to Stampton on this train, don’t you?”
“Perhaps so.”
“And when you arrive there, you will call on Maverick and the chief of police and send word all along the line to search for us. You will do nothing of the sort.”
“Who will prevent me?” questioned Bob, as calmly as he could, even though he knew what to expect by way of an answer.
“Who will prevent you? I will.”