Mike looked surprised. “How?” he asked.
“I’ve got a short-wave radio up here,” Hank explained. “I’ve called the police and they’re sending a helicopter.”
“Now there’s an unexpected touch,” said Mr. Cook, laughing. “In the middle of all this wilderness a helicopter!”
“A very handy device, Arthur,” Hank said. “Most of the Western states today have an emergency helicopter service for backwoods communities and isolated hunting parties. It’s saved a lot of lives.”
“I imagine it has.”
“When will it arrive?”
“First thing in the morning. It’ll take the Crows to Boise. I’ve locked them in the barn for the night. They’ll have to stand charges for assault with intent to kill as well as a little matter of kidnaping.”
Mike frowned. “Does that mean we’ll have to go, too?”
“I’m afraid so. But don’t worry. It won’t be for long. We’ll be back here in three or four days at the most.”
“Joe too?” They all turned and looked at the Indian.