"Start your man along lively. We'll lead you to a magistrate, and then come back for a few of those who were shouting the loudest."
Ten minutes later Jet's work was accomplished. The prisoners were confined in the village lock-up, and a message sent to the inspector, detailing what had been done.
Before Jet had finished the meal he was so much in need of, an answer came.
It read as follows:
"Have sent for the tall man by train which is just leaving. Report the result of Harvey's injuries as soon as possible."
"That will be when we come back from the woods," one of the officers said, as he read the telegram which Jet handed him. "You had better lie down an hour or so, and then we'll start."
"I'd rather go now. If we can hire a horse with which to bring Mr. Harvey here, I'll be able to ride part of the way."
One of the officers went out to attend to this portion of the work, and when he returned it was with the information that he had secured just the kind of an animal they required.
"He's too old to be afraid of anything, and there's no danger of his running away after Harvey mounts."
Both the men insisted that Jet should ride the entire distance, and when he objected they reminded him that by so doing it would be possible to arrive at the desired place just so much sooner.