Soon they were in the cutter once more. Dave urged the black along at his best speed, and over the bridge they flew, and then along the road leading to the village of Bixter.
CHAPTER VII
FACE TO FACE
“If you catch Porton, Dave, what will you do––turn him over to the authorities?”
“Yes, Roger.”
“Is Bixter much of a place?”
“Oh, no. There are but two stores and two churches and not over thirty or forty houses.”
“Then you may have some trouble in finding an officer. Probably the village doesn’t boast of anything more than a constable and a Justice of the Peace.”