In a few minutes John and Tenderfoot Green reached the sheriff's shack, bearing clothes and blankets. The crowd that stood before the door parted and allowed them to pass.
In the far corner of the room, leaning over the fire, sat a man who turned his head as John and Green came in.
"Why, it's my father!" cried John.
CHAPTER III.
A NARROW ESCAPE.
The boy rushed forward and asked what had happened.
The small, rough living-room in the sheriff's shack was soon crowded with men who pressed forward eager to hear the story.
