"Bob and Jack Lakewood," a voice sang out from behind them.
It was Slats Magee who made the statement. He had come up from the corral and had heard the sheriff ask the question.
"Not much," Bob spoke up quickly. "We didn't catch him."
"Who did then?" Slats demanded.
"I guess you had as much to do with if as anyone," Bob laughed.
"Wal, it goes ter some o' yer crowd," the sheriff said to Jeb. "I reckon yer can fight that out among yerselves. I've got ter get a hustle on if I'm goin' ter git that gang in the jail afore dark. Come on, boys, let's go."
Bob knew, a few moments later, when the outlaws were led out of the corral, that he had been right. If ever a man's face expressed despair it was Red Hains' when he found that Skeets was not with the men who had come to take them to the jail.
"He was counting on Skeets to let him get away all right," he told Jack after they had gone.
"Now about that reward," Slats said as they stood by the corral gate.
"It goes to you fellows," Bob told him in a decided tone.