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Newton said not to attempt any rescue." "We ain't was going to. Back to headquarters an' report an' me for my motor-bike. Mr. Newton mebbe can get a car in Buffalo Center an' mebbe he can't; but no heavy old buzz-wagon can get where my motor-bike can't catch 'em." Mr. Newton agreed to Chick-chick's plan of chase rather more readily than he had expected.
At last night's camp fire he had announced his positive belief, based on observations of the day, that such a tree was somewhere in the vicinity of the blazed oak. He had watched the bees until dark without definitely locating his tree but he had not given up. Matt decided that it would be a great pity to let all Chick-chick's efforts go for nothing.
"I guess it's Chick-chick's find," volunteered Glen. "I'll stay." "Keep your eyes sharp open," the sheriff instructed his deputy. "If they'd get started afore we could get to their car they might slip by us. Then, there ought to be two more of 'em somewheres around, too. Might be comin' up any minute. They're slick."
"He's done nothing but suddenly appear and give some information that may be valuable." "He just came up from nowhere," said a scout. "I don't believe he's a real Indian at all just a spirit." "He was right close to me," declared Chick-chick. "I smelled the spirits." "Maybe he is a phantom Indian. I've heard of such things," said Apple Newton, ignoring Chick-chick's absurd remark.
So you see you wouldn't get it, because, so far, you don't appear to have apprehended them." Chick-chick's countenance fell, but he brightened again in a minute. "We can do it all right, all right. Maybe better get sheriff help us." He proceeded to tell Mr. Newton of their discovery. "And you saw them so clearly you are quite sure they are the same men?" "Yes, sir," replied Glen.
"That's the feller," said the sheriff. "If you saw him that's the gang. That was Black Coventry to the letter. There ought to be two more of 'em and the gang would be complete. You can show us the way, can you?" The sheriff had one of his deputies with him at the hotel. He deputized two active young farmers who were present and the four started on horseback following Chick-chick's motorcycle.
"Depend on what I did to gears." "Let's try it." The board came up easily. Four bolts held the lid of the transmission case but were readily removed with Chick-chick's pocket wrench. "Now we'll pack in something soft. Clog up the gears without breaking 'em." "What good will that do except make him mad." "Help us out it will. He isn't enough mechanic to find out why can't run.
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