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Updated: June 14, 2025
I guess the truth is" -Simmons' eyes twinkled -that Valden is ashamed to see you after the rebuke you gave him the other night, Prescott. After we got young Mosher to the jail and locked up, I gave Valden a talking-to, and told him I'd report him to the sheriff if I ever heard of his abusing a prisoner again." "So Tag escaped, with some field artillery, and you officers are out after him?"
Valden can use only one hand. Greg's head looks gory. The lot of us couldn't scare a baby now!" "I can still say, boo!" Prescott laughed. "Is it wise to try to do so much walking?" questioned Darry, as Greg went back to the creek to wash the blood from the shallow cut on his forehead.
"Did Prescott tell you I was tough?" demanded the prisoner. "He ought to know! He had a touch of my style when I was feeling better than I feel to-night. I suppose I've been nabbed for helping myself to a sandwich or two from their camp." "Do you demand to know why you're under arrest?" inquired Deputy Valden. Tag nodded.
"Then you admit damaging the bridge?" asked Valden. "I admit nothing of the kind," Tag retorted. "Who ripped the boards up?" "I don't know." "We'll prove it against you," declared Valden positively. "Oh, I s'pose you will," grumbled Tag. "It's easy to prove anything against old Bill Mosher's son. My dad's where he can't help me."
Dick gave a quick, truthful account of his interference. "You did right, Prescott," agreed Simmons, gripping the boy's hand. "Remember that any citizen has a right to interfere when he sees a prisoner being abused. Valden is a good fellow at bottom, and he's a brave fighter in time of real trouble.
If he tries again to sit down, and if you stop him from so doing, then Tag, if he wishes, may have me summoned to court to tell how he was tormented. I'll be willing to tell just whatever I may see here." Valden snorted, almost inaudibly, then turned away. Tag slid down to the ground again, resting against the tree trunk, and preserving absolute silence.
"He's pinned down by the car!" gasped Deputy Simmons after finding Prescott's submerged body and giving it a hard tug. "Valden, help me lift the car on this side! You two boys pull your friend out when we lift the car. Now!" Though Deputy Valden was able to employ only his left hand, he used it with all his strength. "Here he comes," panted Dave, tugging at Dick's body with all his might.
"Still, if he says I did it, oh, well, he ought to know, and I suppose it will be all right." "It'll have to be all right -whatever the courts may do to you, Mosher," Deputy Valden rejoined curtly. "Darrin, will you help the prisoner to his feet and lead him back to where the bridge was? Simmons will expect to find us there when he gets back."
At one o'clock in the morning he came back with District Attorney James, who heard Farmer Leigh's statement, reduced it to writing and had it signed under oath before many witnesses. "Officer Valden," said the district attorney, "I authorize you to take your prisoner to Porterville, not to the jail, but to the Granite Hotel.
Deputy Valden had dropped in, alone, to discover whether there was any news. "You may wait, deputy, and go with us," declared Mr. "We will go to the jail as soon as my son is rested and is comfortable enough to be moved." "Humph! I like that!" jeered the deputy. "This boy is my prisoner, and I'll take him when I please. See here, Tag, I don't want you faking any injuries as a slick way to "
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