"No," said Sam innocently, "we don't know anythink. We belong ter Barr's party."
The horseman laughed and allowed his eyes to dwell for a second or two on Bert's velvet cords. These were fast losing their original glory.
"Englishmen, I guess?" ventured the policeman, just a wee bit accusingly. (Englishmen were considerably less popular than their money in those days.)
"Yes, we're Englishmen," remarked Bert, apologetically, as befitted a member of a race which has done almost nothing for the world and humanity.
"H'm-m, thought so. And lost, are you?"
"Yes."
"You boys follow me, then," and, wheeling his horse with a gentle pressure of knee and rein, the policeman started off at a slow walk.
"'Ere, Capting! 'old on a bit," called Sam. "Wot abaht our uvver gun?"
The rider pulled his horse up and looked round, smiling broadly at being so rapidly promoted.
"What gun?" he demanded.