Can you get into the car ?" "I can use my arms to draw myself up," Dick answered.
"Then let me see how well you can do it," urged the young physician, stepping back to watch Prescott, yet ready to assist him if necessary.
Dick got himself into the tonneau of the car, after some painful effort.
"Doc, you'll take the boys back to their camp, won't you ?" called Simmons.
"Certainly." "And remember, Prescott," called Simmons, "you've been aiding the county to-night, and the county will pay Doctor Cutting's bill." Valden and Simmons exchanged some words in an undertone, after which the latter deputy came over to where Prescott sat.
"Valden tells me you have been interfering between him and Tag Mosher," began the officer.

"How was it ?" 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.

But he's just like a lot of other policemen who feel that they have to get all the evidence in a case.