"Then he went up the river. There is quite a good road for a number of miles."
"Well, supposing you get your horse and wagon," said Matt impatiently. "It will not do to waste time here."
"But what of the police?" questioned Andy.
"We can notify them when we come back—that is, if we are unsuccessful."
"All right; hurry up that wagon, then."
The freight agent at once disappeared around the corner of the building. He was gone nearly five minutes. When he returned he was leading a fine black horse, attached to a light road wagon.
"Brought you Flip, my fast trotter," he explained. "He ought to be able to overtake any bit of horseflesh in these parts."
"Well, we want a fast horse," replied Matt, as he sprang into the wagon without delay. He was quickly followed by Andy and the freight agent, and off they went at a spanking gait down the smooth road.
It was a fine day, cool and clear, and under any other circumstances both Matt and Andy would have enjoyed the drive. But just now they were filled with fears. Supposing they were unable to recover their turn-out and goods what then?
The partners looked at each other, and that look
