“He thinks you sent out information which led to his arrest!” commented one of the hunters. “He’ll get even with you yet!”
“I didn’t have any information to send out!” declared Carl.
“Then who did send it out?” shouted Howell.
“You can search me!” Carl replied.
Dick Sherman looked over to one of his deputies with a smile but said nothing. He merely ordered the two prisoners on to the machine and prepared to take to the air.
“I’ll take these fellows over to your camp,” he said to Carl, “and send one of the boys back after you and my deputies. They can come with one of your machines, and this one of mine, and bring the whole crowd at one trip.”
“All right,” laughed Carl, “I’ll be mighty glad to get back to that good old camp again! You see,” he explained, “when we get out on a trip of this kind, we usually pitch our tents and then go off and leave them. I haven’t slept there one night since we built the first camp-fire!”
“How long will it take?” asked one of the hunters.
“Probably an hour each way,” was the reply.
“Well, we’ll see that the boy is taken good care of while you’re gone!” the hunter said with a smile.