With a quick movement the boy clasped Fred around the waist and held him firmly until Gus returned.
When the prisoner's hands had been lashed to his side he was led to the camp, where his legs were also bound, and the captors seated themselves in front of him.
"Now tell us where that man is?" Tim said, sternly.
"What man?"
"You know who I mean; the feller what come over to Blacktown with you an' Skip."
"I wish I knew," Fred replied with a sigh.
"Don't lie to us," and Gus shook his fist in the helpless boy's face. "That miner went to a lawyer an' told him I had a hand in stealin' the money what Sam Thorpe lost. Then you an' Skip tried to pump me. Now give us the whole yarn, or things will be mighty hot."
Fred remained silent.
"He's been follerin' us ever since we left the town," Tim said after a moment's thought, "an' it stands us in hand to get outer this lively, or the rest of his gang will be on us."
"Have we got to do more trampin' jest on account of a sneak like this?" Gus asked fretfully.
"Do you want to stay an' run the chance of bein' carried back to Blacktown?"
"Of course not; but travelin' all the time when we mighter got on the cars in the first place is more'n I bargained for."
"If you'd had your way we'd been pulled in before this. Get the stuff in shape, an' I reckon we'll fix things right now. Let him carry the load, an' we'll take the tramp kinder easy."
Gus obeyed with a very ill grace, and while he was getting the cooking utensils together Tim walked along the bank of the brook to where a flat stone lay half submerged in the water.
Fred watched his every movement as he overturned this, and dug with a pointed stick until a small, square package had been exposed to view.
There was no question in the prisoner's mind but that the wrappings of cloth covered the money Sam was accused of stealing, and now the secret had really been discovered, all else seemed trifling in comparison.
"I wonder how it happened that I didn't see that when they left the last camp?" he thought, as Tim put the bundle carefully in the inside pocket of his coat.
"So you've found out what you come for, eh?" the boy cried, angrily. "Well, it won't do any good, for when we get through with sneaks they can't do much harm. Pick up that load, an' if you don't walk lively I'll find a way to make you."
"How can I pick up anything while my legs are tied?"
Tim unfastened the ropes from Fred's ankles; loosened one of his arms, and threw the cooking utensils over his shoulder.
"Come on Gus," he said, impatiently. "We'll take turns carryin' the grub 'till we've given the slip to whoever may be follerin', and then he can tote the whole load."
Fred was faint from lack of food; but he mentally braced himself to perform the task, and Gus cried as he struck him a blow full in the face:
"Step out now, an' when we make camp to-night you'll get a taste of how we serve spies. It'll be a worse dose than the regulators ever gave you, an' don't forget it."
"There's no time for foolishness," Tim said, impatiently. "His gang may be close behind, an' we can't afford to pay him off yet a while."
With this sage remark he took up the provision bag, and led the way across the base of the hill, at right angles with the course pursued on the previous day, while Gus remained in the rear to urge the prisoner on in case he faltered.
CHAPTER XXIV
BILL'S MISHAP
Joe Brace returned to Farley's on the morning after he warned Bill and Fred of what the cashier intended to do, and went directly to Mrs. Byram's.
"I've bought the land!" he cried, exultantly. "The farmer was mighty glad of a chance to sell for five hundred dollars, an' if I'd had more time the price could have been whittled down to four. There's a mortgage of three hundred to be paid in a year, an' that'll be jest the same as nothin' after we show up what's there."
"Did you see Fred?" the widow asked, anxiously, paying but little attention to the good news.
"Met him an' Bill last night; told 'em what was up, and they'll keep shady 'till things can be fixed."
"Then nothing was accomplished by their going to Blacktown?"
Joe explained why that excursion had been a failure, and added:
"They're on the right track, so we can count on everything comin' out right before long."
"Are you intending to stay here?"
"No; I only came to tell you what had been done, an' shall go back on the train to make sure my deed is recorded. I bought in the name of Byram, Thorpe, Thomas & Brace. How does that strike you for a firm?"
"Although you and Mr. Thomas are so sure the discovery will be a source of great wealth, I can't feel much interest in it while Fred is in danger. I wish they would go to some city, rather than remain so near home."
"I shall see 'em this afternoon an' now that the business of the land is settled, will advise them to take a little pleasure trip."
"Please see to it that they do not suffer for food."
"I'll tend to everything in great shape. Have you heard whether Mr. Wright has got back?"
"He sent word that he would be home to-night."
"Then, perhaps, I'd better wait an' have another talk with him."
"No, no; I will see him myself. It is more important you care for those who are hiding in the woods."
Joe had no further time for conversation. The train by which he intended to return to Blacktown was already due and he hurried away after repeating confidently:
"I'll see'em to-night, ma'am, an' you can rest easy. They shall live on the fat of the land now we own a coal mine."
There was barely time for the miner to leap on board the cars, and as they were whirled away by the puffing engine, the constable who had arrested Sam accosted him.
"Where you bound, Joe?"
"To Blacktown," was the gruff reply. "What are you up to? Servin' warrants for that fool of a cashier?"
"Yes, I reckon that's about the size of it."
"Got one for me?"