But this was only the beginning of a long, hard task. It was often
the way to shoot such men at once, but Sheriff Roosevelt did not
like that. He was going to bring them back to jail. At night the
thieves could not be tied up, as they would freeze to death. So
Roosevelt, Sewall and Dow had to take turns in watching them at
night. After they started down river again, they found the river
blocked by ice, and had to camp out for eight days in freezing
weather. The food all but gave out, and at last there was nothing
left but flour. Bread made out of flour and muddy water and
nothing else, is not, says Mr. Roosevelt, good eating for a steady
diet. Besides they had to be careful of meeting a band of Sioux
Indians, who were known to be in the region.

At last they worked back to a ranch, borrowed a pony, on which
Roosevelt rode up into the mountains to a place where there was a
wagon. He hired this, with two broncos and a driver. Sewall and
Dow took the boats down the river, while Roosevelt set out on a
journey which took two days and a night, walking behind the wagon,
and guarding the three men. The driver of the wagon was a
stranger.

At night they put up at a frontier hut, and the Deputy Sheriff had
to sit up all night to be sure the three prisoners did not escape.
When he reached the little town of Dickinson, and handed the men
over to the Sheriff, he had traveled over three hundred miles. He
had brought three outlaws to justice, and done something for the
cause of better government in the country where he lived.