CHAPTER XII
THE TABLES TURNED
ANYBODY got anything to suggest?” Chub asked softly.
“If we rushed him all at once, the three of us,” said Dick, “we could get aboard all right. You know very well he wouldn’t dare shoot at us.”
But Chub shook his head.
“He’s such an old sour-face, he’s likely to do anything. What do you say, Roy?”
“I’ll risk it if the rest of you will,” he said, angrily. “I’d like to throw him into the water.”
“A bath wouldn’t do him any harm,” said Chub, “unless he caught cold from it. But I’ve got a better scheme, I think. We can’t afford to let the constable find us here. If he does it’ll take a week to convince him that we aren’t robbers. Now, listen. I’ll go back through the woods as though I was going to the road. You fellows stay here and if he asks where I’ve gone
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