has been taken."

"That's my money you've got," snarled the tramp.

"Tell that to the Senate!" Tom suggested.

Greg and Dan now aided Dick in lifting Mr. Hinman to the floor
of his wagon, where they laid him on a pile of rags. Mr. Hinman
was breathing, and his pulse could be distinctly felt.

"Dave, I guess you and I had better go along with the wagon,"
Dick suggested. "Now, see here, Tom, you and the other fellows
go back to camp and act just as if we were all there. Start in
the morning, as usual. You ought to be in Fenton by noon to-morrow.
If Dave and I don't join you before that time, then you'll find
us at Fenton."

"What are you going to do with the hobo?" Reade wanted to know.

"Roll him over on his face and tie his hands. Then we'll hitch
him to the back of Mr. Hinman's wagon, and I'll walk with him
and see that he goes along without making trouble, while Dave
drives."

At this moment Reade alone was occupied in sitting on the captive,
Dave having risen when it was suggested that he go with Dick to
Dunfield.

"Here---quick!" yelled Reade, as the boss tramp gave a sudden
heave.