Arthur Hoyt came from behind the other horseman and pointed at Harry.
"What do you want?" demanded Harry.
"We want you, youngster," said a man who seemed the leader of the party, "if your name is Henry Wainwright."
"He can't deny it," said Hoyt, hurriedly.
"I don't intend to," answered Harry, who was beginning to understand this latest move of his enemy, and who had only one object in view, and that to let Bill have a chance to get away. "My name is Henry Wainwright. What if it is?"
"I have a warrant for your arrest, on the charge of arson. So, if you are disposed to be reasonable, you'll come along with us quietly; if not, I'll clap on the bracelets."
No attention was paid to Bill, who, finding himself unmolested, had let his horse wander by the party, cropping the leaves from the bushes until he was a few yards away, when he caught up the reins and was off like a flash.
Some of the party turned and fired a few shots in the air, but did not pursue until they had waited for an order from their chief.
"He'll alarm the town, and the men will pour out after us," Hoyt cried.
"Let him," said the sheriff, contemptuously. "Alarm the town! You must think they value boys at a high rate up here, mister. I thought, from the way you talked, that a regiment wouldn't be too many. Why, he's a lamb!" and the sheriff laughed, and so did his deputies.