THE OUTLAW AND HIS BAND.
When James Fox returned to the apartment where the boys were still
seated at the table he said, "Ernest, I should like to speak to you a
minute."
Ernest followed him out of the room.
"Is there any person connected with the bank at Emmonsville who wears
the dress of a Quaker?" began the outlaw.
Ernest hesitated a moment.
"Speak out, boy!" said Fox. "I must and will know."
"Yes, sir."
"Is he a detective?"
"He may act as such."
"Is he under pay at the bank?"
"I think he is."
"Do you know where he is now?"
"No."
"Was he at the bank when you left it yesterday afternoon?"
"No, sir."
"Do you know where he was?"
"I saw him ride away with a farmer."
John Fox and Hugh exchanged glances. Their suspicions were confirmed.
"Is he in any trouble?" asked Ernest, becoming a questioner in his
turn.
"No. For aught I know he may be at the bank."
Ernest looked relieved, and for two reasons. He was glad that Luke was
not in trouble. Then he knew that when his disappearance was
discovered, Luke would leave no stone unturned to rescue him. It was a
comfort to think that he had a powerful friend outside.
"That will do," said the outlaw. "You may return to Frank."
"How long are you going to keep me here?" asked Ernest, anxiously.
"Are you already tired of remaining with us?"
There was something in the outlaw's tone that savored of kindness.
Ernest felt that in some way he had ingratiated himself with him.
"I would like my freedom. I am not used to confinement," he said.
"Very natural. I cannot let you go just yet, but I will not allow you
to be harmed. Do not be alarmed."
"I am not," answered Ernest.
"Why not? You know my reputation."
"Yes, but thus far you have been kind to me."
"True. I like you, for you are kind to my boy, and I see that he
enjoys your company. Listen! I shall be away all day, probably. Do
what you can to amuse Frank."
"I will. I should be very lonely without him."
"That is a good boy, Hugh," said John Fox, as Ernest left them. "I
should like to keep him with us."
"Why don't you, then?"
"I am afraid he would be unhappy."
"I never knew you to take such a liking to a boy before."
"I never have. Indeed, I have seldom met any. All my dealings have
been with men. But, Hugh, we must lose no time. We must try to rescue
John, if possible. It is no more than he would do for me, if our cases
were reversed."
"Very well, captain. I am ready to follow wherever you lead."
"I know that, Hugh. You have always been faithful to my brother and
myself."
"I always will be, captain," said Hugh, with a look of loyal
devotion.
"I know it. I am sure that we have no better friend than Hugh
Humphries."
"You only do me justice, captain. Will you forgive me if I say
something?"
"Say what you please, Hugh."
"What you have said of me is just, but I don't think you can say it of
all in the band."
"Is there any one whom you suspect? If so, it is your duty to tell
me."
"I don't take much stock in Peter Longman."
"I am afraid you are suspicious, Hugh."
"Not without cause. I have noticed some things about him that I don't
like. I think he is quite capable of turning against you."
"I have never remarked anything of the sort, but I know you would not
speak without cause. Tell me what you want me to do."
"Only to be on your guard. Don't trust Peter as you trust me."
"I never have. And now have you any suggestions to make?"
"You might visit this farmer who helped the Quaker arrest your
brother."
"It may be a good plan. Who is the farmer?"
"His name is Ezekiel Mason."
"I know where he lives. He is the last man I should suppose would be
capable of such mischief."
"He could have done nothing without the Quaker's help."
"Very well, we will take the farm on the way. Still I don't know that
we shall learn anything beyond what we already know."
Before leaving the cave they disguised themselves as farm workmen. In
this dress they approached the farm-house, but there was something
that diverted them from their original purpose and led them to keep
their distance.
Sitting on the portico was a tall man dressed as a Quaker.
"That's the man!" Said Hugh, quickly. "That's the man who drove up to
the jail last evening with your brother."
James Fox looked at him closely.
"It is best to let sleeping dogs lie," he said. "We will push on to
the jail."