One of the men came forward and caught hold of Tom, while Dan Baxter also ranged by the prisoner"s side. To attempt to break away would have been useless, and Tom did not try it.
"You"ll catch it now," said the bully maliciously.
"Where are Sam and d.i.c.k?"
"That remains for you to find out."
"They seem to carry things with a high hand here."
"It"s Sack Todd"s ranch, and he has a right to do as he pleases. He didn"t invite you or the others to come," returned Dan Baxter with a scowl.
In the meantime, the owner of Red Rock ranch was hurrying around in search of the supposed Bill Cashaw. He visited the kitchen and the other rooms, and then ran to the barn and other outbuildings. But it was all useless; the driver of the wagon could not be found.
"I want all of you to hunt for the wagon driver," stormed the ranch owner. "He must be found!"
"What"s wrong now?" asked Andy Jimson.
"Everything. I"ve just got a warning. Read it."
The long-nosed man did so, and drew down the corners of his mouth.
"This looks bad," he said. "Well, you"ve got the three Rovers right enough. You think--"
"That wagon driver may not be Bill Cashaw at all."
"Worse and worse, Sack. We must find him, by all means."
The search was taken up with renewed care, and four men kept at it for over an hour. Then the crowd a.s.sembled in the main room of the ranch.
"He has run away and left the horses and wagon behind," said Sack Todd.
"I thought he acted rather queer," put in one of the men. "I asked him about Cal Jessup, and he didn"t seem to want to answer."
"He was a spy--there is not the least doubt of it," came from Andy Jimson. "More than likely, he was a government detective."
While the men were talking the matter over, there was the sound of hoof strokes on the road leading to the ranch door, and a horseman came up, nearly out of breath from hard riding.
"What"s the news, Phil?" shouted Sack Todd. "Nothing wrong, I hope."
"Snapper has been arrested and a detective is on your trail," shouted back the horseman. "I was afraid I"d be too late. You want to get ready to vamoose."
The men of the ranch crowded around the new-comer and plied him with questions. Tom tried to catch all that was said, but was unable to do so.
"We"ll have to make short work of this, I am afraid," he heard Sack Todd say, a little later.
"What about the boy?" questioned the long-nosed man.
"He ought to be shot!" was the cold-blooded reply, which made Tom shiver.
"Shall we put him with the rest?"
"Yes."
Without ceremony, poor Tom was marched away to the trap-door, a man on each side of him. Dan Baxter came behind.
"You don"t like it, do you?" sneered the bully. "You"ll like it still less when you get below. It"s beautifully damp and musty."
"You"re a cheerful brute, Dan," answered Tom.
"Hi! don"t you call me a brute!" stormed Baxter.
"Oh, excuse me, I didn"t mean to insult the dumb creation," responded Tom. "Baxter, you are the limit. I suppose you have joined this gang."
"What if I have?"
"I am sorry for you, that"s all."
"Oh, don"t preach!"
"I am not going to, for it would be a waste of breath."
"You"ll sing pretty small by the time we are through with you,"
growled the bully; and then Tom was led below and placed in the cell with the others.
CHAPTER XXVI
TOGETHER ONCE MORE
"Tom!"
"d.i.c.k and Sam!"
"How in the world did you get here?"
"Where are the others?"
These and a dozen other questions were asked and answered as the three Rover boys shook hands over and over again. Even though prisoners, they were delighted to be together once more, and doubly delighted to know that each was well.
"Oh, these chaps are first-cla.s.s rascals," said d.i.c.k after they had settled down a bit. "They have treated us most shamefully. At first, they gave us pretty good eating, but now they are starving us."
"Starving you?" cried Tom.
"Yes--they want us to tell all we know," put in Sam. "They are very suspicious."
"Didn"t you try to get away?"