Sam did not stop to reply, but snatching his arm away, started for the office on the run. At that moment the men saw them, and darting around the corner they made for the river at the top of their speed.
On reaching the office, Sam stopped and waited for Bob, who was a few feet behind him.
“We go geet ’em, oui?” he asked.
“No. Let them go,” Bob replied, shaking his head. “I doubt if we could catch them and it wouldn’t be safe. They’re probably armed.”
Sam gave a grunt of disappointment, but evidently realizing that what Bob had said was true, he made no further comment but followed him into the office.
“Hello Tom,” Bob shouted, as soon as they were inside.
At first there was no reply, but as they listened a low muffled grunt came from the little bed room. By this time Sam had the light lit and they hurried into the other room. A low cry of anger burst from Bob’s lips as he saw the foreman lying tied hand and foot, on the bed, and gagged with a big red handkerchief. Quickly getting out his knife, he soon freed him and Tom sat up with a sheepish look on his face.
“Are you hurt, Tom?” Bob asked anxiously.
“Nary a hurt but to me falings,” Tom grinned, as he slowly got to his feet. “But did yer see ’em?”
“Yes, we saw them all right, but they had the start of us and I didn’t think it safe to try to catch them.”