"When I wuz in ther navy," began Tim, "I once—"
Biff! came Fritz's fingers down on the back of his neck.
What he was going to say was choked off.
Then Fritz rushed him into the next room.
There he jammed the sailor and banged the door shut.
"Dot seddles him!" he chuckled.
As the door was locked they were spared the affliction of hearing another of Tim's awful yarns for the time being.
The Terror scoured the surrounding country for a week after that, but nothing was seen of the bandits.
It was then decided to run to Independence and try to get some information from the authorities there by means of which they could locate the gang.
According to this programme, the sheriff gave Tim the direction, and the old sailor steered the stage on her way.