From a point four miles distant they took a carriage, hired from a stable, which left them on the opposite side of the wood from the one by which Harry had previously entered.
Of course, they could not penetrate the wood with a vehicle, and the question came up:
“Who can be got to look after it?”
Just then Harry saw in a field near-by Reuben Richardson—the boy who had released him from his bonds.
“Reuben!” he called out
Reuben approached, regarding Harry and his companions with surprise.
“Have you an hour to spare?” asked one of the detectives.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then please look after this team, and I’ll see that you don’t lose your time.”
“All right, sir.”