Between them, Chick and Patsy succeeded in getting Spark onto the rear seat of the Red Spider.
He was in great pain, and it was not thought necessary to put the irons on him.
When they had made Spark as comfortable as possible, the detectives became aware that the young woman was standing beside them, in the road.
“I want my wagon an’ team,” she said, aggressively, as she caught Chick’s eye.
“All right,” said Chick, cheerfully. “I think you’ll find the team at home when you get there.”
“Maybe I’ll find the team, but I’ll bet the wagon is strung all along the road,” the girl answered. “You’ll have to pay me damages.”
“This is the fellow who will have to stand the damage,” said Chick, indicating Spark.
“What’s his name, an’ where does he put up?”
“That’s too much for me.”
“Well,” said the girl, with a snap of her jaws, “they’ve lynched people in this country for doin’ less than he done.”