"I tell you it took nerve for a fellow
to charge a whole detachment."
"Oh, he's got nerve enough for a whole regiment," declared Billy.
"He'd be a mighty handy fellow to have at your back in any kind of
scrap, and don't you forget it."
In a short time they reached the town without further adventure
and delivered their prisoners into the hands of the authorities.
They were off duty then and had no further assignment for the rest
of the afternoon and evening. The early winter dusk was settling
down, but it was yet a full hour before it would be entirely dark.
"What are you going to do with yourself, Bart?" asked Frank. "I
know of course what Tom and Billy are going to do. They're going
to make tracks for the house where their deities reside."
"Good guess," admitted Billy. "You bet we are."
"I haven't anything special on hand," replied Bart in answer to
Frank's question.
"Come along with me then," said his chum.
"Anywhere you say, what's the game?"
"I'm going straight for the alley where they nearly got our number
the other night. That thing's on my mind all the time. It haunts
me even in my sleep.
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