"
In response to their questionings he detailed a semi-humorous account of
his abduction, detention and escape. His three auditors listened with
the deepest attention.
As the recital progressed to the point wherein Bob described his
midnight escape, Amy, unnoticed by the others, leaned back and closed
her eyes. The colour left her face for a moment, but the next instant
had rushed back to her cheeks in a tide of deeper red. She thrust
forward, her eyes snapping with indignation.
"They are desperate; there's no doubt of it," was Thorne's comment. "And
they won't stop at this. I wish the trial was to-morrow. We must get
your testimony in shape before anything happens."
Amy was staring across the table at them, her lips parted with horror.
"You don't think they'll try anything worse!" she gasped.
Bob started to reassure her, but Thorne in his matter-of-fact way broke
in.
"I don't doubt they'll try to get him proper, next time. We must get out
papers and the sheriff after this Saleratus Bill."
"He'll be almighty hard to locate," put in California John.
"And I think we'd better not let Bob, here, go around alone any more.
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