CHAPTER XVII.
GRIT'S REVENGE.
Peters soon had the horse ready, and as Dick leaped into the saddle his father came hurrying out to the stables.
"Now be careful, Dick," he cautioned. "Don't do anything rash. What are your plans?"
"I'm going to ride in the direction of Leonardville. That's about ten miles by the main road. I'll inquire as I go along; but what I'll do after I get there I can't tell."
"Well, be careful, that's all," concluded Mr. Hamilton. "The fellows who stole Grit are no common thieves, I imagine, and I hope you don't get into trouble with them."
"I'm not worrying about trouble. Once I get where Grit is, he and I can take care of the thieves all right," and Dick laughed grimly.
He started off at an easy canter, though Rex was full of mettle and wanted to gallop.
"No, Rex," said Dick, for he had a habit of talking to his horse as he did to Grit. "We'll take it easy. We've got a long day ahead of us."
