“There’s some fellow out there in a whole lot of trouble!” exclaimed the watcher, half aloud.
Though with eyes opened to their widest extent and ears primed to catch the faintest sound, Larry sought vainly to gain some idea of what was taking place. Curiosity began to get the better of his fears.
“It surely has something to do with that band of smugglers,” he thought. “By Jove—look!”
The three men had wheeled about and were returning in the direction from whence they had come. All were riding almost as furiously as before.
“I’ll bet he’s been taken prisoner!” cried Larry, excitedly, jumping to his feet. “Gee whiz! Teddy Banes was certainly right!”
Then he began to experience an uncomfortable feeling that if any one was in trouble a stern duty lay before him: he must, at least, investigate.
“Suppose I got in a fix like that! What should I think of a chap who stood by and did nothing?” he growled, striking his big chest a blow with his fist. “By Jove, I’d put him down as a pretty poor specimen!”
When Larry’s thoughts began to be taken off himself and his own troubles his courage rapidly rose.
“Maybe little ‘Fear-not’ will score in this game!” he cried. “And if he does I’ll make it a point to let Tom Clifton hear all about it.”
He strode over to the horse.