Not far away was the road, where the automobile stood with the engine running.
"Does Tag know how to run a car ?" Prescott inquired.
"Don't know," replied the deputy.
"If he does, and had happened to be about, he could have taken your car in good shape," smiled Dick.
"True," nodded the officer, "but there were only two of us, and nabbing Tag Mosher is two men's work." "I ought to know that," laughed Dick.

"He gave me a stiff enough beating." "Here is where you can even the score," laughed Dave grimly.
"I don't want to even any score," replied Prescott gravely.

"I'm sorry for the fellow, especially when he was so close to a chance to turn about and make something of himself." "Do you mean to say that you don't hold even a bit of a grudge for that severe beating you got ?" demanded Darry wonderingly.
"Of course I don't," Dick retorted.

"When two fellows fight one of them must receive a beating---that's the sporting chance.
All my feelings for Tag are of sympathy." "Not enough so you'd let him get away, if you met him ?" put in the deputy quickly.
"Of course, not, sir," Dick answered quickly flushing.

"That would be as much as to say that I'm a bad citizen.