“I didn’t mean you, Bob,” the sheriff said as he came forward, and Bob gladly lowered his hands.
“You came just in time, sir,” he said.
“And I’m mighty glad of it. Keep ’em covered, boys, while I frisk ’em,” he ordered.
Quickly he removed an automatic from a pocket of each of the men and then, satisfied that they had no more weapons upon them, he told them that they could lower their hands.
“But no funny business,” he warned them.
“Well, Jim, you’ve led me a pretty long chase but I’ve got you at last,” the detective said as he snapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.
“It would seem so just now,” the man smiled.
In another minute the two breeds were handcuffed and Bob could not repress a sight of relief.
“You made your big mistake when you flashed that light last night,” the detective said turning to the man called Jim. “Friend of mine saw it and phoned me.”
“I think I know who it was,” the man returned. “Some day I may be able to thank him.”