March 'em up the track.

Then we'll come back, or send someone else after the dynamite and other stuff.

That'll be handy as evidence." Guarded by Fulsbee and his two detectives, the prisoners marched along a few rods.
"Mr.Reade," called Dave, pointing, "you'll find your horse tied to that tree yonder.

I reckon you'll be glad to get in saddle again." Indeed, Tom was glad.

He ran over, untying the animal, which uttered a whinny of recognition.