"About that—or maybe a mile and a half," replied Dan Baxter.
"Thank you. We'll get after them now!" And in a moment more the second launch sheered off and started up the Ohio through the mist and rain.
As soon as it was out of sight the men in the cabin of the Dora came out again.
"That was well done, kid," cried he called Pick. "And it was well you did it that way. If you had said we were aboard you might have got a dose of lead in your head."
"I always keep my word," replied Baxter.
"You're a game young rooster, and I reckon I can't call you kid no more. What's your handle?"
"What's yours?"
"Pick Loring."
"You're a horse thief, it seems."
"I don't deny it."