“Oh, well, have it your own way,” the officer said indifferently. “We got you with the goods and that’s the main thing.”
“Are you going back?” Bob asked.
“No. I wish we could go with you boys, but we’ve got to take these birds to Presque Isle and I guess we’d better be moving.”
As he spoke, the officer took from his pocket four pairs of handcuffs, and a moment later they were adorning the wrists of the half-breeds.
“Well, I’m mighty glad to have met you boys, and only wish that we were going your way,” he said, as he again shook the hand of each of them. A moment later and the thick forest had hid them from view.
“Whew! But that was a close one all right,” Bob declared, as he watched them disappear. “I tell you I was a good deal more scared than I let on. Some of those breeds are mighty tough customers, and would think no more of killing a man than they would of eating.”
“Well, ‘All’s well that ends well,’” Jack quoted, as they started off once more. “But I do hope we get back without any more adventures,” he added with a laugh.
“Getting fed up on them are you?” Rex asked.
“Well, I don’t mind adventures provided they don’t come too quick and fast,” he said.
“To tell the truth, this last one was quite enough to last me personally for some time. You know I’m not so used to these hairbreadth escapes as you and Bob are,” Rex laughed.