Mr.Hinman was breathing, and his pulse could be distinctly felt.
"Dave, I guess you and I had better go along with the wagon," Dick suggested.

"Now, see here, Tom, you and the other fellows go back to camp and act just as if we were all there.

Start in the morning, as usual.

You ought to be in Fenton by noon to-morrow.
If Dave and I don't join you before that time, then you'll find us at Fenton." "What are you going to do with the hobo ?" Reade wanted to know.
"Roll him over on his face and tie his hands.

Then we'll hitch him to the back of Mr.Hinman's wagon, and I'll walk with him and see that he goes along without making trouble, while Dave drives." At this moment Reade alone was occupied in sitting on the captive, Dave having risen when it was suggested that he go with Dick to Dunfield.
"Here---quick!" yelled Reade, as the boss tramp gave a sudden heave.
But like a flash the hobo sprang up and darted off through the darkness.