“We must cross and follow him,” replied Andy determinedly.
“Do you want me to take the horse and wagon across?”
“Why not? The thief took that heavily loaded wagon over. I guess this light affair will go over all right.”
The agent was doubtful about this, and rubbed his chin reflectively.
“I might drive on till I got to a bridge, or turn back to one,” he suggested.
“That would take too long,” returned Matt’s partner impatiently. “We must ‘strike while the iron is hot,’ as the saying is.”
“Come on!” shouted Matt from the island. “Come straight over and you will be all right.”
“Well, we can make the venture, but I am a bit shaky over it,” said the freight agent, and with a face full of the concern he felt for his turn-out he headed his trotter toward the water.
At first the horse was inclined to shy to one side. He pranced up and down a bit and dug into the sand and loose stones with his hoofs.