"He'll alarm the town, and the men will pour out after us," Hoyt cried.
"Let him," said the sheriff, contemptuously. "Alarm the town! You must
think they value boys at a high rate up here, mister. I thought, from
the way you talked, that a regiment wouldn't be too many. Why, he's a
lamb!" and the sheriff laughed, and so did his deputies.
Hoyt gnawed his lip and glanced ominously at Harry, as if he had a mind
to shoot him where he stood.
"I tell you," said Hoyt, "that the whole town will be after us."
"Well, I can't help it," replied the sheriff. "If the whole county
comes, they can't have my two-thousand-dollar prisoner. I think they
know me even in Buttercup, mister."
Hoyt was powerless to do anything, but Harry was certain that he saw a
desperate purpose written on his face, and he determined to be on his
guard if the men did come after him.
Bill meanwhile was flying back over the five miles that lay between him
and Buttercup with all the speed he could obtain from his horse.
He rode into the street at a full gallop, his hat lost and his hair
flying, and did not stop until he was at the door of the house where
Missoo lived.
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