"I only saw one," Jack put in.
"Well, he probably had confederates. Now, boys, get your horses and we'll hit the trail. There's only two he could take, and we'll cover 'em both. You come along, too, Jack, that is if you feel able. I see you got a cut on your head."
Jack put up his hand. It came away bloody, and Jennie screamed.
"It's only a little cut where I fell, when the force of the explosion knocked me down," Jack said. Up to then, so great had been the excitement, he had not been aware of the slight injury.
"Well get on your pony then, and come along," the marshal urged him. "We'll want you to identify the fellow if we catch him. That is if you can."
"I'm not sure I could," Jack said. "I only saw his back, and he wore a mask."
"Well, come along anyhow. Hop on your pony and—"
"I can't!" Jack exclaimed. "The fellow took Sunger!"
"He did!" the marshal cried. "Well, now we certainly must get him! If he's a horse thief, as well as a safe-blower we sure will get him! Scatter, boys! Be lively! Jack, I'll lend you a horse. Come on now. Jim Hickey, you lead one bunch over the Tuckerton trail, and I'll head another on the road to Rainbow Ridge. But most likely the fellow will take to the mountains and hide out for a spell."
"He won't be very likely to go to Rainbow Ridge," said Jack.