“That’s the way to talk, Mr. Bangs!” cried Spouter. “And we know just what gang to go after.”
CHAPTER XXX
THE CAPTURE—CONCLUSION
Less than an hour later found the whole party, including Jarley Bangs, on the way to Big Horn Ranch.
Brassy’s uncle had listened with keen interest to the story his nephew and the other lads had to relate. He had interrupted a number of times to ask questions, and at the finish of the recital had held up both hands in disgust.
“You’re a bigger fool than I ever thought you were, Lester,” he had told his nephew. “Why in thunder didn’t you tell your folks and me all about this just as soon as it happened? We could have set a trap for those rascals and caught ’em easy.”
“But, Uncle Jarley, remember how I was tied up in that Colby Hall affair!” Brassy had pleaded.
“I don’t believe Colonel Colby would hold you responsible for that—not after he’d made a thorough investigation. But that ain’t here nor there. What we want to do now is to grab those fellows before they’ve a chance to make a get-away. I’d just like to ketch ’em with Duster and Whitehead in their possession! I think I could find enough old-timers around here to hand all of ’em a rope,” and Jarley Bangs’ eyes had flashed with a fire that was anything but agreeable.