“Hey, not that way,” dissented Dale.
“Why not?”
“Think you can parade him through the town without attracting attention? We’ve got to be careful to cut out from here without a soul seeing us till we strike a country road. You march,” commanded Gus anew to his captive, heading in another direction. “And you just so much as peep if we meet anybody, and you get a whack of this big stick.”
Andy submitted to circumstances. He figured out that it would be some time before his captors could perfect their arrangements for interesting some officer of the law in their scheme. He readily guessed that for some reason or other they did not wish or dare to return personally to Princeville. Andy calculated that it was nearly ten miles to the county line. He believed he would have half a dozen chances to break away from his captors before they reached it.
“Huh, what you going to do now?” inquired Gus in a grumbling tone, as they came directly up against a high board fence.
“You wait here a minute,” directed Dale.
The speaker ran down the fence in one direction to face at its end a busy field occupied by aviation tents. He tried the opposite direction to find matters still worse, for there the fence ended against a lighted street of the town.
“What’s beyond the fence?” inquired Gus.
“Not much of anything—a sort of a prairie,” reported Dale, peering through a crack in the fence.
“We can’t scale it.”