“Here, young feller,” he exclaimed, “I don’t know if it’s legal to go flyin’ aroun’ in this county. Hav yer got a permit or suthin’?”
“No,” replied Frank; “but if you are the sheriff there are some of the worst men in your jurisdiction right in White Willow now.”
“The blue heavens, you say. Who air they, young feller?”
“Wild Bill Jenkins, Hank Higgins and Noggy Wilkes.”
“Why, thar’s a reward for Wild Bill Jenkins!” exclaimed the sheriff.
“Well, you can get it if you hurry over thar.”
“Hold on a minute, young feller. How do I know you ain’t fooling me?”
“Because I was talking to a man in White Willow a few minutes ago.”
“What’s that? Say, be careful how yer string me.”
“I certainly was, and he told me that the men we are in search of came there in two autos last night.”