"That is the one on the gray horse," said a voice, unpleasantly familiar
to Harry.
Arthur Hoyt came from behind the other horseman and pointed at Harry.
"What do you want?" demanded Harry.
"We want you, youngster," said a man who seemed the leader of the party,
"if your name is Henry Wainwright."
"He can't deny it," said Hoyt, hurriedly.
"I don't intend to," answered Harry, who was beginning to understand
this latest move of his enemy, and who had only one object in view, and
that to let Bill have a chance to get away. "My name is Henry
Wainwright. What if it is?"
"I have a warrant for your arrest, on the charge of arson. So, if you
are disposed to be reasonable, you'll come along with us quietly; if
not, I'll clap on the bracelets."
No attention was paid to Bill, who, finding himself unmolested, had let
his horse wander by the party, cropping the leaves from the bushes until
he was a few yards away, when he caught up the reins and was off like a
flash.
Some of the party turned and fired a few shots in the air, but did not
pursue until they had waited for an order from their chief.
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