“There’s a shed under the window,” reported McGlory. “We could get out on the shed and reach the ground too easy for any use.”
“That part of it is all right,” returned Matt, “but how could we get out of town without being seen? There’s the rub, Joe. Be guided by me, and let’s wait for the justice.”
“There’s no telling when he’ll get here. Why, right now, this minute, Tibbits may have his pals at the bank!”
Urged on by his frantic thoughts, the cowboy began hoisting the window. In a few moments, a path to freedom, through the bars and over the shed roof, lay open to the motor boys.
“Let’s make a try of it, pard,” pleaded McGlory. “We can reach the spur track, crawl along it through the bushes, and maybe get out of the town. Then we can hoof it to the next town, drop in at a telegraph office——”
“And find a telegram from Leeville asking the authorities to capture and hold us as jail-breakers,” said Matt.
“We haven’t done anything we ought to be jugged for, have we?” demanded McGlory.
“Of course not.”
“Then it’s right for us to get away if we can, isn’t it?”
“Certainly, Joe, but I don’t see how we can manage it.”