Say, Nick Porter stormed in here a minute ago, got the gear on his bronk in record time, an' was off and away afore I could git close enough to find out what was up." "Which way did he go ?" demanded Frank.

"Toward town ?" "Nary.

I rushed around the corral jest in time to see him p'intin' for Pete Loco's, which is right the other way from town." "He's made a get-away, boys," said Pardo, "and you might as well give him up." "We're not going to give him up," Frank answered decidedly.

"We've got to keep after him, and run him down.

It's--it's important." "Well, now," protested the super, "you'd better think twice about that.
Porter has shown that he won't stop at anything.