"Wait here, in the barn," said Dick. "But keep out of sight."
"Where are you going?" asked Tom.
"To watch on the road for a wagon or an auto, to take us to the nearest town or railroad station."
"Going to leave those men here, Dick?"
"Not much! I thought Sam might take dad back to New York, while you and I had it out with Crabtree and the others."
"Good! I'm with you!" cried Tom.
Dick posted himself on the highway, and presently saw a covered wagon approaching, drawn by a spirited team. The driver was a young man, evidently from some nearby town.
"Going to town?" asked Dick, as he stopped the fellow.
"Yes, want a ride?" and the young man smiled.
"I don't, but another fellow, my brother, and my father, do," said Dick. "If you'll take them, we'll pay you."