"How do you know?"
"Jim Tapp described them—'get the leather one,' he says. 'It's got the money mail in it.'"
"Then where is it?"
"The kid must have it."
"Inside the wagon?"
"Yes."
"Whoa."
With a sharp jerk the horse was pulled to a halt.
Andy heard the two men on the seat jump to the ground. He knew that their motive was robbery. He knew further that this was another plot of bad Jim Tapp, the friend and associate of criminals.
In another minute the men would open the wagon doors, pull him out, perhaps assault him, take the registered mail and fly.