"Then you needn't be afraid of us, though I admit that we do look rough," answered the same man, displaying a badge. "We're officers of the law."
"What can we do for you, sir?" Prescott inquired more respectfully.
"Do you boys know anything about Tag Mosher?" demanded the same speaker.
"Son of Bill Mosher?" Dick counter-queried.
"The same. Know anything about him?"
"Nothing, except that he bothered us a good deal when we were first camped here," Prescott replied.
"Do you know him by sight, then?"
"We all do."
"When was Tag here last?" pressed the officer.
"About three days ago," Dick answered. "He stole quite a bit of our food supply."