“Never mind,” returned Scott with indifference, “I will take care of them for him.”
The news of the capture spread over the camp, 240 and when Scott with his two prisoners walked across to General Casement’s tent a crowd followed. Stanley had just arrived from Point of Rocks by train and was conferring with Casement when Scott came to the tent door. He greeted Bob and surveyed the captured fugitives.
“How did you get them?” he demanded.
Scott smiled and hung his head as he shook it, to anticipate compliments. “They just walked into my arms. Dave Hawk and the troopers are looking for these fellows now away down on Bitter Creek. They wandered into camp here last night to save us the trouble of bringing them. Isn’t that it, Rebstock?”
Rebstock disavowed, but not pleasantly. He was not in amiable mood.
“What show has a fat man got to get away from anybody?” he growled.
CHAPTER XIX
When Hawk saw Bob Scott, two hours later, riding into his camp on the Brushwood with the two prisoners, he was taciturn but very much surprised.