“My father and brothers went out a few minutes ago,” said Madge, hesitatingly, “and I don’t know if they would be willing.”
Camp laughed angrily, and ordered, “Stand aside, there.”
“Don’t yer worry,” said the sheriff. “If he’s on the car, he can’t git away. We’ll send a feller up for Mr. Cullen, while we search Mr. Gordon’s car and the station.”
They set about it at once, and used up ten minutes in the task. Then I heard Camp say,—
“Come, we can’t wait all night for permission to search this car. Go ahead.”
“I hope you’ll wait till my father comes,” begged Madge.
“Now go slow, Mr. Camp,” said the sheriff. “We mustn’t discomfort the lady if we can avoid it.”
“I believe you’re wasting time in order to help him escape,” snapped Camp.
“Nothin’ of the kind,” denied the sheriff.
“If you won’t do your duty, I’ll take the law into my own hands, and order the car searched,” sputtered Camp, so angry as hardly to be able to articulate.