"Come on!" muttered the more conciliatory of the two intruders, and with black looks at Jack and Jennie, the two men left the post office.
"Were those the men?" asked Tim, coming in as the two went off down the rail.
"Yes," said Jack. "But they saved us the trouble of carrying them out. Now,
Jennie, what was it all about?"
For a moment the girl seemed on the verge of tears, and Jack found himself earnestly hoping that she would not have hysterics. But she bravely conquered her inclination.
"Oh, Jack! I'm so glad you came!" she exclaimed, as she held out both her hands, which the young pony rider clasped warmly.
"I guess this is no place for me!" muttered Tim, with a sly wink.
"Oh, yes, Tim, stay!" Jennie begged. "I'll tell you about it, too. You'll want to know in case these men ever come back."
"If they do!" exclaimed Jack, doubling up his fists, "I'll—"
"Oh, please don't fight with them!" pleaded Jennie. "Just let the sheriff deal with them, Jack."
"Well, if I can't manage them myself, I'll call for help," promised the youth. "But now tell me about it. Who were they?"