“Where’s the gang? Tell ’em they’ll have to come again to get our flag.”
Tony seemed to know what Connie meant. But he made no reply and seemed about to escape when Art added:
“You can tell ’em they’d better bring our wagon back. We know ’em all, an’ don’t you forget it!”
“Your wagon’s back,” answered Tony meekly. “They was a-goin’ to take it back anyway.”
“Who got it?” demanded Art.
“The marshal. An’ he made ’em take it over to Addington’s. But they was goin’ to take it anyway.”
“Where’s the gang?” persisted Art.
“Why,” Tony mumbled, “Old Walter locked ’em up.”
“In the calaboose?” asked Connie.
Tony nodded his head.