These waited for the better part of half an hour.
"Now forward and no loud talking, boys," the captain directed, touching
his pony's sides with the spurs. "Be ready to obey orders quickly.
And, Brown, no more imitations on your part. This is serious business.
A slip and you're likely to stop a bullet 'most any time."
The three men started away, with the captain in the lead. They
traveled all of two miles when McKay called a halt.
"Butler, you will go to the right, straight ahead. Stop after you
have gone about a quarter of a mile as nearly as you can judge. When
you hear an owl hoot, move slowly forward. Don't use your gun, no
matter what happens, unless some one shoots at you. Even then don't
shoot unless you have to. But let no one get past you. We hope to
get those fellows in a pocket and hold them up without any shooting.
But we may have to waste some powder. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are not afraid?"
"I am not."
"I thought you wouldn't be."
"Where do I go?" asked Stacy apprehensively.
"You will remain with me. I'll take care of you. All right, Butler."
Tad without another word rode away. Finally after having gone what
he thought was the proper distance, he halted and sat his pony silently,
head bent forward listening for the signal. It came at last, sounding
faint and far away. The boy smiled, shook out his reins and the pony
moved forward almost as silently as the boy could have done himself.
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