“There he is!”
“Where?”
“Over on the opposite side! He is just crawling up the bank behind a clump of overhanging trees!”
The sheriff pointed with his finger, and Mr. Whyland and the boys, who were just coming up, saw that he was right.
“Where is his horse?”
“Already on shore. Come; there is but one thing to do now,” went on Sheriff Shattock.
“What is that?” asked the three others simultaneously.
“We must ford the stream.”
“Can we do that?” asked Oliver.