before their faces, and had to literally feel their way along.
Matt went first, with his partner holding on to the hem of his jacket. They had progressed but a dozen feet when, on rounding a high rock, the young auctioneer stopped once more.
"I was right," he whispered. "The wagon is directly ahead."
"How do you know?"
"I can see the lantern, which is standing on the seat."
"Then the thief must still be around," returned Andy excitedly.
"I suppose so, but I don't see any one. Come on, but don't make any noise, or he may run away, and I think he ought to be captured and locked up."
"Certainly he ought to be placed under arrest. I am ready. Won't he be surprised when he sees us!"
Once again they moved forward toward where the auction wagon stood beneath the shelter of a large tree. Matt noted that Billy had been unharnessed and was tied to the rear, where he was engaged in making a meal of some feed which had been given him.
"Barberry is making himself at home evidently,"
