add that it was only a harness buckle. He was straining his ears and heard the hoof strokes coming closer.
"Well, hurry up and find it. We are not going to stay here until the sun comes up," growled Puller.
A moment later, the sounds of horses approaching could be heard plainly. Dick began to cough loudly, but the ears of the negro could not be deceived.
"Listen!" he said warningly. "Hosses comin', s-uah as yo' is boahn!"
"Horses?" cried the white man. "Then we had better make tracks."
"Who is there?" cried Dick at the top of his voice. If they were enemies, he knew he could be no worse off.
"Shut your mouth!" howled the white man.
"Hullo!" was the answering call, and in a moment several men dashed up, all heavily armed, and accompanied by James Monday and Fred Garrison.
"Help!" called out Dick. "Don't let them get away!"
"They are not going to catch me!" growled Puller, and struck his horse in the side. The animal bounded forward and was followed by that on which the negro was riding. Scarcely had
