“And when you get hungry go to my house and tell my wife I sent you,” went on the deputy. “She’ll give you a good meal!”
That sounded very encouraging to the boys who had not had anything very substantial since dinner the day before.
Rick, Chot and Ruddy stood in the road in front of the shack, and watched the officers start in pursuit of the robbers. How much the two lads wished they could have had a part in the man-hunt, only you boys can imagine. But it would not have been wise.
“I hope they get ’em,” murmured Chot, as the two rattling cars vanished around a turn in the highway.
“So do I,” echoed Rick. “If they do, maybe Mr. Campbell will get part of the reward.”
“How?”
“Well, the robbers took his car and he gave information about them. He ought to get part of the reward.”
“That’s right. I hope he does. Well, let’s go on to town. What’s the name of the place, anyhow? It can’t be Elmwood, for we were heading for that when we got to the broken bridge.”
“No, it’s Fayetville I heard one of the men say. Well, I hope this Mrs. Wilson is a good cook,” and Rick sighed.
“Will you go to her house for a meal?”