"Let me up! Lemme go!" yelled the tramp.

"Keep cool," advised Tom. "You're likely to stay with us a while."

"Don't let him go," cried Prescott. "That wretch has all of Mr.
Hinman's money in his pockets."

"He'll give it up, then," guessed Reade.

"Come back here, you men!" roared the boss tramp, finding that
all his fellows had fled.

"Call 'em all you want," mocked Reade. "They won't come back.
They're too wise for that."

Dick, having given the order for the holding of the one tramp
who remained, now gave all his attention to Reuben Hinman.

"The poor old man must be rather badly hurt," Prescott declared.
"I can't get him to talk. Did you fellows bring a lantern with
you?"

The lantern was lit and brought forward.

"I don't know what the matter is with him," said Dick at last.
"But that's all the more reason why we must get him where he
can have attention. The village of Dunfield is four miles below
here. We must get him there at once. And we'll march the hobo
there, too, in the hope that the village has a lock-up."