"Now I advise you to go slow, my big friend," put in the constable. "I'm from the court, and I have authority in this matter that goes above even Jallow's."
"All I know is that my orders is not to let any one on here exceptin' Mr. Jallow's men," growled Hank.
"Where is Mr. Jallow?" asked Mr. Ford.
"Over there," and Hank pointed.
"Then we'll settle with him. Drive on, Ted."
"I don't see how I kin let ye!" whined Hank. He had lost much of his bluster now.
"You don't have to let us. We'll do it without, Hank!" spoke Paddy, suddenly. At the sound of his voice—for up to now Hank had not seen the lumberman—the burly guard started slightly.
"Paddy Malone!" he gasped. "You back!"
"Yes, and I guess Jallow won't be any more glad to see me than you are," was the grim comment.
There was no further hindrance to their progress. The sound of chopping grew louder, and a little later the sled turned into a clearing, about which were strewn many big, fallen trees. Mr. Ford's eyes sparkled at the sight.