“This suits me then, friend. We'll round 'em up in short order.”
By this time Caven and Malone had gained the woods. Looking back they saw Joe coming behind, accompanied by the westerner.
“He's after us, and he has got somebody to help him,” ejaculated Malone.
“Well, I reckon we can run as fast as they can,” answered Gaff Caven. “Come ahead!”
He led the way along a trail that ran through the woods and came out on a winding country road. Beyond was another patch of timber.
“This way, Pat,” said he. “We'll have to take to the woods again. They are too close for comfort.”
“Can't we climb a tree, or hide in a hollow?” questioned the confederate.
“We'll see,” said Caven.
They pushed on harder than ever, and passed in among some tall trees. Then they came to a tree that was bent over.
“Up you go,” cried Caven, and gave his confederate a boost into the tree. Then he hauled himself up.