"Unless," said the sheriff suggestively, "you overpower me, tie me up, and make your escape to-night." Charley grasped the meaning in the officer's tones. "No, it would be of no use," he said. "It might make you trouble and we would be no better off, compelled to hide out in the woods, than we would be in jail." "I guess you're right," the sheriff admitted. "It's too bad, it's too bad." "We thank you for your kindness," Charley said gratefully. "We know what your duty demands and do not blame you in the slightest for this. You could not do otherwise." "I'm glad you understand that," said the sheriff, brightening. "By the way, I had to arrest your teamster, too, day before yesterday, on the same charge." He grinned at the recollection. "He was just starting out for here with a new pair of mules when we nabbed him. Lord, he fought like a wild cat and swore like a pirate while we were taking him to the lock-up." "So that's why Jim hasn't come back," said Charley, with a grim smile. "That's the reason," assented the sheriff. "He hasn't had a hearing before the judge yet. My eldest boy is looking out for the mules for him. When I left, Lawyer Bruce was flying around trying to get Jim out. Swore he would have him set free before noon." "Did Mr. Bruce know you were coming out for us?" Charley inquired, with interest. "I dropped him a hint," said the sheriff. "My, you ought to have heard him rave. He had Jim Canady's cussing beat a mile. He used longer words, and more of them." "I'm glad he knows the position we are in," said the lad, with relief. "He may be able to help us in some way." "Don't you worry, lad. Bruce will do all he can for you--he's that kind," said the sheriff kindly. "Now you had better all turn in and get a good night's rest. It will be a long hard trip in to-morrow." All hands thanked the kind officer and retired to their tents, where they were soon fast asleep. Chris, who, as usual, was the first one out in the morning, awakened the others with shouts of delight. "Jim's coming," he cried in their ears. "Jim an' Mr. Bruce and that little man, Jones. They are within a half mile of camp." CHAPTER XXXI. MR. JONES BUYS THE OUTFIT. THE Americans came tumbling out of their tents just as Mr. Bruce, with his companions, rode into camp. "No questions, no questions, until we have had something to eat," protested the lawyer good-humoredly, as our little party crowded around him. "We haven't had a bite to eat since yesterday noon. Just fill us up with something hot and tasty and we'll talk on anything you name. I am not going to say another word on an empty stomach, except to the sheriff here, and that only to tell him that I've got an order from the judge revoking that warrant he's got for all of you fellows, and that he might as well trot right back to town." "Not before breakfast," protested the officer vigorously.