“Get the money?”
“No.”
“What’s the trouble?”
“I saw a constable and told him I could give him a chance to make a fifty-dollar reward, us to get ten. He heard me through and said it wouldn’t do.”
“Why wouldn’t it?” demanded Gus.
“Because this is in another county, and he’d have to get the warrant. Said it was too much trouble to bother with it.”
“Humph! what will we do now?” muttered Gus in a disgusted way.
“That’s easy. Get Andy over the county line, and find someone else to take the job off our hands,” replied Dale Billings.
CHAPTER XIII—JIU-JITSU
“Come on,” ordered Gus to Andy, unfastening the end of the rope and giving it a jerk.