“Roy Bock and Bat Sedley!” murmured Andy. “Jack, I reckon we are on the right track!”
“That’s what we are!”
“More than likely they have the horses here.”
“I think so myself.”
“But what became of the drivers of the wagons?”
“That remains to be found out.”
“You don’t suppose those fellows would make them prisoners, do you? They’d think they were going to be robbed and would put up a fight.”
“Oh, I reckon the Bock gang played some sort of trick on them. Maybe they got ’em to go into a roadhouse for refreshments and then drove off with the wagons on the sly.”
“What shall we do?”
“I don’t know yet—it depends upon how many of the crowd are here.”