Our hero was soon on the ground once more. Here he examined the contents of the satchel with care. Everything was there, and, locking the bag, he slung the strap over his shoulder.
“Now, what's the next move?” queried Bill Badger.
“We ought to have these men locked up. How far is it to the nearest town?”
“Ten or twelve miles, I reckon. I don't know much about the roads.”
“Why can't you let us go?” asked Malone. “You've got what you want.”
“If I let you go you'll be trying to make more trouble for Mr. Vane and myself.”
“Don't talk to them,” growled Caven. “If you want to lock us up, do so!”
He was in an ugly humor and ready for a fight.
“We'll march 'em along,” said Bill Badger, and so it was agreed.