me he's some slippery. I seen his face somewhere before," grunted the sufferer.
"Course you did. He was the feller that captained them boys this morning in the game we watched while waitin' for our chance," said the other.
"He was, hey? Well, you want to keep your eye on that boy, then, mark me. They told me some high-colored yarns about him at the inn."
Frank was not in the least elated over hearing himself praised. In truth, just then he was wrestling with the puzzling problem presented by his strange situation.
What "chance" did the man called Bart refer to? Who were these mysterious men, and what did they have in the bottom of the tonneau that seemed so precious in the eyes of the fellow who was badly hurt? He could, for the time being, forget his severe injuries to make inquiries concerning this package hence it must be of considerable value.
Were they thieves? If this was indeed the new machine belonging to Bones' father, it looked suspicious, to say the least.
What could he do? They wanted him to take them somewhere, and in a hurry, too; were they in full flight, desirous of getting to a certain place before the pursuit became too fierce?
If Frank shivered while considering these momentous things, it could hardly be wondered at. The
