“I think so, Ben. However, we’ll find out as soon as we have made them prisoners.”
“That’s the talk!” put in Roger. He turned to Dave’s uncle. “Can’t you bind them or something, so that they can’t get away?”
“We’ll disarm them,” announced Frank Andrews. “Jarvey and Brown are wanted for that raid on old man Tolman’s ranch and for using that bomb on the bridge. We can prove through Pankhurst that they were with the party.”
“That man is Ward Porton’s father,” explained Dave to his uncle and Ben, while the evil-doers were being searched and disarmed one after another.
“Ward Porton’s father, eh? Well, they seem to be two of a kind,” answered Ben.
With their weapons taken from them, the prisoners could do nothing but submit. They were questioned, but all refused to tell anything about what they had done or intended to do.
“You’ll never get anything out of me, and you’ll never get those miniatures back,” growled 287 Ward Porton, as he gazed sourly at Ben and at Dave.
“We’ll see about that, Porton,” answered our hero. And then he requested his uncle and Frank Andrews to keep an eye on the prisoners while he, Roger and Ben set out for the knoll some distance away from the creek.
“Ward Porton said he had hidden some cases in a cache between some rocks on that knoll,” explained our hero. “By cases I think he meant those containing the miniatures.”
“Oh, I hope he did!” returned Ben, wistfully. “To get those miniatures back means so much to my folks!”