"You may run into some ugly fighting, if you go with us," warned the deputy. "Tag Mosher is no coward!"
"We're not afraid of fighting, when we're in the right," Prescott replied promptly.
"Besides, we've got a grudge of our own against Tag Mosher, anyway,"
Dave said.
"Not a grudge, I hope," Dick rebuked his chum. "But we'll stand by to help the law, if we get a chance."
"I reckon maybe we could use three of you," meditated the deputy aloud. "Boys can beat up woods as well as men. But we may not be able to get you back here before to-morrow noon.
"That will be all right," Dick assured him. "Dave and Greg, you'll join me in going with the officers, won't you?"
Darry and Holmes both assented eagerly.
"If you've any extra grub, then, put it up and come along," urged the deputy. "There's room for five in the automobile we're using."
"How did you men know that we were here?" Reade inquired, while
Dick and Greg made haste to get food together for the trip.
"Saw your campfire," replied the deputy laconically. "We didn't believe Tag would build such a large fire, but we took a chance and looked in. If you haven't anything else to do, young Long-legs, you might pick out three stout clubs for your friends."