"Why, he was a tall, thin fellow with a very pointed chin, and bushy
black hair and heavy black eyebrows. When he spoke his voice had a
regular rumble to it."

At this description the Rover boys shook their heads. They could think
of nobody they had met who would fit the picture.

"When was that man here last?" asked Dick.

"A couple of days ago. I didn't like him for a cent, but as the
prisoners haven't been convicted of any crimes as yet I had to let 'em
see their friends," explained the jail keeper.

"What of Sobber, Larkspur and the others?" questioned Tom.

"All safe enough. Nobody else is going to get out of here if I can
help it," and the keeper shook his head decidedly.

The boys remained at the jail for a while longer, and heard the
particulars of how the fire had originated and of how the prisoners
had gotten away. Two of the men had kept together, but Crabtree had
gone off by himself, and the last seen of him was when he was running
for the river, which flowed some distance back of the jail.

"Let us go down to the river and take a look around," suggested Dick,
at last, and bidding the jailer good-bye, they hurried away.

Along the river bank they found several men and boys, all looking for
Crabtree, some thinking there might be a reward offered for the